Me
For the first time in a long while, my head *is* on straight.
You know as well as I do that things haven’t been good between us for a while now.
I’m done.
Goodbye Wyatt.
My hands were shaking.
This was seven years of my life, and I was ending it over text message.
But what else was there to say? I’d become a convenient body he wanted when it suited him. An advisor he once respected but now only sought out when Celine was busy.
I hit send, the swooshing sound feeling too loud in my ears, and set my phone face down on the nightstand before I could see if he’d respond.
The clattering sound made Taylor shift slightly beside me, his arm tightening reflexively around my waist. With a groan, he rolled onto his back, squinting against the light.
“Good morning,” I rasped, my voice not quite steady. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm-hmm.” The mattress creaked as he arched his back and stretched his arms above his head with a wide yawn. “What time is it?”
“Just after seven.”
Taylor rolled onto his side, propping his head onto his open palm. A slight frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I should go.”
“You don’t have to,” I said softly. “Check-out isn’t until noon.”
His brow furrowed, small divots forming between them. “Didn’t you say you had an early flight?”
“Got canceled.”That’s certainly one way of explaining it, I thought, as I slid my hand to his hip and pulled him toward me. “I have all morning.”
“Is that right?” Taylor asked, melting against me.
“What’s your schedule?” I murmured, my lips brushing against his.
“Gotta head to the airport later; otherwise, no plans.”
“So what I’m hearing is you’re mine for the rest of the morning?” I kissed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as my hips flexed forward.
I laced our fingers together, pressing his hands into the pillow on either side of his head, and leaned closer, feeling his breath on my face just before I kissed him, my mouth rough and hungry.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered when we paused to breathe.
I pulled back to stare down at him, unlinking our hands to spread my palms over his chest, his hazel eyes intense as he searched my face for an answer. I wished I had one to give him.
I didn’t have the faintest fucking clue what was happening right now. Ten years without him—my own stupid doing—and here I was, ready to throw everything away for another taste of what we used to have.
I couldn’t seem to get enough of Taylor Morrison, and I couldn’t begin to explain why that was.
I just neededmore.
But I couldn’t say any of that.
What I said instead was, “What I’mdoingis blowing your mind.” I kissed my way down his chest, nipping at his stomach until I reached the trail of sandy hair leading lower. He was hard and thick, his broad tip flushed. “Among other things,” I added with a smirk as I took him into my mouth.
