‘So there’ll be a next time?’ She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes wide.
Shit.
What was the point in me saying all that stuff before we shagged if I was going to go back on my word two minutes after we climaxed?
Oh, what the hell.
‘Sure. If you think you can handle it.’
‘I think I’ve just proved that I can take your dick like a good girl, don’t you?’ She laughed.
‘Indeed you have.’ I smiled. ‘Let’s talk about this inside.’ I scooped Sarah up, carried her into the room, put her on the bed, then closed the patio doors. ‘One sec,’ I said before disappearing into the bathroom, removing the condom, wetting a small towel, then bringing it out to help Sarah clean up.
‘Thanks,’ she said.
‘So as I was saying,’ I joined her on the bed, ‘what I meant when I asked whether you could handle it was that, despite how incredible that was, nothing’s changed. This is still just sex. This isn’t one of your novels. There won’t be some romantic happy ending where we sail off into the sunset together. Once the projects I’m working on at the library are done, I’ll be gone.’
Her face fell, but she quickly regained her composure.
‘It’s fine,’ Sarah said. ‘I get it. It’s just sex. I won’t catch feelings.’
‘Sure?’
‘Sure. But if it’s just sex and you’re going to be leaving soon, I need to enjoy this as much as I can.’ She gripped my dick and I instantly hardened.
‘Good idea.’
‘That was quick!’ she said. ‘I thought you’d need time to recover.’
‘Nope. I can literally go all night.’
‘Prove it,’ Sarah said.
‘Gladly.’ I reached for a condom, rolled it on, then straddled her. I went to turn off the light but decided against it. I liked seeing Sarah’s face when she came.
It didn’t matter if I broke my rule this one time.
I wouldn’t get attached.
It was just sex.
I’d be fine.
49
SARAH
The taxi pulled up outside the library. It was Sunday night and we were back at Sunshine Bay, which meant my weekend away with Ben was officially over.
Once we’d come back inside the bedroom after screwing on the balcony, we’d had sex twice, then fallen asleep.
Earlier this morning, there was no awkwardness like the first night Ben and I shared a bed. When I woke up, his morning wood was happily poking me and it would’ve been rude to let it go to waste, so we’d had a quickie before breakfast.
Afterwards we’d said our goodbyes to my parents and the rest of my family.
Whilst Ben had gone to the bathroom, Adrian and Debbie gushed about how much they liked him and how good we were together, which made me feel happy and guilty at the same time, because I knew it was likely to be the last time they’d see him. And just as I was about to leave, Debbie had said, ‘Do you notice that two guests aren’t here?’
‘Who?’ I’d said.
