“Liar.” He kissed her jaw and pulled out. “I’m going to clean up, then we should get some rest—even if it’s only for an hour or so.”
“Okay.” She tilted her head to watch him walk away, completely unabashed with his nudity.
The toilet flushed and water ran. Devon came out and snagged his boxers from the floor. “Your turn.”
“Thanks.” She sprang up from the bed, weirdly energized. Usually after sex, she had to force herself to get up and clean up, but tonight it was as if the sex had recharged her batteries.
Wrapping a towel around her after a quick shower, she walked out of the bathroom and said, “I’m going to—”
Devon was fast asleep, one arm above his head, the other resting on his chest.
Addison drank in the sight of him. It was the first time she’d had to really study him without worrying about him or someone else catching her.
The next few days were going to be insane. If everything went well and Braedon didn’t need too much medical attention, she’d have no commitments, no work to report to. She had plenty of time before she really had to worry about finding a job. She could spend that time in Charleston and really get to know him outside of this craziness.
Who knew? They might not have anything in common, but it would be stupid not to even try.
