She furrows her brows.
“I eavesdropped, I’m sorry but...” I wince, but I’m not sorry.
“Thank you.” Her bottom lip wobbles, amber eyes mist over, and I want to kiss her.
I want to lose myself in her again and again. But we promised all those weeks ago it was just a one-time thing. We had a contract to honour. It was getting more and more apparent, though, that I need her like the air I breathe.
“You’re smashing it,” I hold my fist out to her which she pumps, sniffling as she does.
“What books did you pick up?”
“Come, I’ll show you.” I push from the bed, holding my hand out for her to take.
She does, and I feel the tingles all the way to my toes. But I ignore it, pulling her into the main area of the suite.
“Coffee good?” I ask as I look over at it on the coffee table. Its got sauce, whipped creams, toppings… I have no idea what it is, but it can’t be good for her.
“So good,” she admits, scooping it from the table and taking a sip.
“I bought us croissants too.” I hold the bag up as I walk over to her with my book bag.
“Yum.” She licks her lips, falling onto the sofa and tucking her legs beneath her.
I drag the books out and slowly unwrap them, holding them out to her.
“Oh, wow,” she whispers, placing her coffee down and then looking at me as if she needs permission to take them.
I nod, amused. She delicately unwraps them, then a slight scoff hits the back of her throat.
“These were my favourite to write,” she admits.
“I love that,” I say as I take my seat next to her.
“How many of my books have you actually read?” Her eyes flick to mine, her brow raising.
“These were the last two on my list,” I admit, her arms falling as I take the book from her and glance at it.
“Royce,” she whispers.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a naughty romance book… and the author isn’t too bad either.” That has her laughing. “They could definitely be spicier, though.”
“I’m trying.” She rolls her lips.
“Hopefully our night helped.”
She glances down, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as if she’s replaying the memories in her head.
“If you need any refreshers… you know.”
She sighs into her lap. “If only it was that simple, huh,”
I nod, because what the hell was I meant to say?
I can’t stop thinking about you. Your smell. Your taste. I am addicted and there is nothing I can do about it.
“Yeah.” I run my hand around the back of my neck. “If only,” I mutter.
“What are your plans today?” she asks, dragging her laptop on her lap.
