I run a hand down my face, sighing. I need to get through one more night. One more night of sharing a bed with her and pretending it’s no big deal. That I’m not falling a little harder each time she laughs, or that I don’t already miss her when she turns away from me in her sleep.
I pull on a pair of boxers, shorts, and a T-shirt, then open the door quietly and step into the room. There she is, still curled up in the bed. Lights off except for the faint glow from her phone screen, she’s scrolling slowly, aimlessly, like she’s not really seeing it.
She doesn’t look up when I slip under the covers, but she scoots an inch closer. That’s all it takes to undo me.
Just one inch.
“How’s your social media going? Do you need me to be in any more of your videos?” I ask as I move closer to her.
Eva turns toward me, her eyes soft. “It’s going great.Sales are better than I expected. When I get back tomorrow, I have a ton of stuff to pack and ship. But yeah, I’d love to film a few more videos. Maybe get your thoughts on the products you’ve been trying this week.”
“Sure. Count on me. I love the products,” I say with a wink. “And you know I’d do anything to help you.”
I open my arms to her and smile. “Wanna sleep in my arms again,mi amor?”
She chuckles, her eyes lighting up with that flirty spark that always knocks the breath out of me. “What if I say yes?”
Damn. She’s killing me.
Every time I call hermi amor, I mean it. And every time she doesn’t flinch, every time she leans in closer, I feel something shift in my chest. I swallow hard, trying to play it cool, but it’s getting harder every time she looks at me like that.
I’m battling with myself here—every muscle in my body screaming to pull her closer, to press my mouth to hers and finally see what she really tastes like. But I hold back, like I always do, and just open my arms.
She leans into my chest, her body fitting against mine like it’s always belonged there. The scent of her shampoo hits me first, soft and fruity. Then it’s the heat of her skin, the way her hair brushes against my chin as I bend down just enough to breathe her in.
She tilts her head to look up at me and this time, we’re really close. One small move and I could kiss her.
“Thank you for all your help with my videos,” she whispers. “I have to confess… the ones with you have gone kind of viral. I’m so glad I didn’t tag you.”
I raise a brow. “Why? Afraid I’d end up with a fan club and become Instafamous like you?”
She laughs, the sound soft and sweet in the quiet room. “No, I just don’t want women going crazy and stalking you on social media. I can already imagine the DMs and new followers.”
“Well, lucky for both of us, my profile’s private, and I have zero interest in becoming Instafamous.”
“Good,” she says with a smirk. “I don’t like to share.” She leans closer and gives me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Fuck,” I say quietly before grabbing her and pulling her closer still. My arms circling her. One of my hands find her thigh and then I push her shirt up, leaving her hip bare to my palm.
A warm sensation spread through my body as she rests against me. I have never felt like this with anyone. This right here is new.
And I… I love it.
This isn’t sex.
This isn’t carnal attraction.
This is so much more than I’ve ever had. And as much as I try to keep myself in check in this moment, with her in my arms, I cave and kiss her back. Softly this time. Her hand rests on my chest, then she moves it to pull my shirt up. Moving it up my chest, her fingers trailing over my abs up and down, getting closer to the waistband on my pants.
I blow out a heavy breath. “Careful, any lower and we’re gonna have a problem.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” she says as my hand slide up her side, pulling her shirt with it.
“No, we wouldn’t.” My hand connects with the side of her perfect breast.
She moans softly and moves closer to me. “Do that again and I mightstraddle you.”
“Can’t have that,” I say. “Maybe you should, uh… roll over, face away from me.”
