I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly, memorizing how he feels. “It’s going to be hell for me too,” I mumble into his chest.
We stay like that for a couple of minutes until I finally pull away from him, putting on my clothes from last night. I glance over to the bed, the red stain on the comforter catching my attention, a reminder of what I lost.
We hug one final time before I slip out of the room, taking the couple steps to my room and escaping inside.
I drop my purse on the dresser, then step over to the bed, falling back onto it with a sigh, drifting back off to sleep to dreams of Jeremiah.
It feels like I’ve only been asleep for a second when my cell phone rings. I am far too tired, so I manage to tune it out. But the pounding on the door is another story.
Getting out of bed, I stumble to the door, only to see a frazzled Ryan on the other side.
“I thought you were dead. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
Is he an idiot?
“You thought I was dead, and your first thought was to knock on my door? Were you expecting my ghost to magically open it?”
I shake my head before turning and heading back to the bed.
“What do you want anyway?” I ask as I climb under the blanket.
Ryan starts laughing, and I glare at him.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“You’re dressed and look like shit? Did my baby sister get drunk last night? Good thing Jeremiah was with you to take care of you.” My eyes go wide at Ryan’s words. Does he suspect something?
Not wanting him to start asking too many questions about last night, I change the subject.
“What do you want?”
“We’re going for breakfast, so get up and get dressed and meet us in the lobby in thirty minutes.”
“Go without me. I’m going back to bed,” I whine. There’s no way I can sit through breakfast with Jeremiah without anyone suspecting there’s something between us.
“No, get dressed. If you’re not ready, I’ll drag you out of bed looking just like you do now. Chop chop, Amberlee.” He doesn’t say anymore, just claps his hands annoyingly at me before leaving. The clicking of the door lets me know I’m safely locked in my room.
Fucking asshole. He better be glad I love him.
I throw the blanket off of me and begrudgingly trudge to the bathroom, discarding my clothes on the floor, then turn the shower on. While I wait for the water to warm up, I brush my teeth, the alcohol I consumed last night still lingering on my tongue.
The gentle ache between my legs brings a smile to my face. My thoughts drift to my friends from high school and their horror stories of how horrible their first time was. Boy were they wrong, and obviously doing it with the wrong person.
I spit the toothpaste in the sink, cupping my hand under the water to rinse my mouth. Time to shower and get ready to face the music, giving the best performance of my life.
Stepping in the shower, I let the warm water spray down on my back, relaxing my tense muscles, as I put shower gel on my hand and begin to wash my body. Each stroke over my nipple sends a chill rippling through me, a desire for more.
I hold my hands under the water, washing the soap off, using one of them to brace myself on the wall while the other slips between my legs, rubbing tiny little circles on my clit.
I imagine it’s Jeremiah’s hands, teasing me like he did last night. Although sore, my body readily reacts to the sensation, and tiny flutters erupt in my stomach.
My nipples pebble, and my breathing becomes ragged as I apply more pressure, speeding up my movement. I don’t have long before I need to be downstairs, and I can already feel my orgasm building right before stars explode behind my eyes and I come undone, moaning loudly.
I finish washing up before turning off the water and drying off. It doesn’t take long to dress. I choose a sundress. If I can avoid the beach scene today, I will.
Picking up my purse and room key, I head out, barely stepping out of the room before I bump into Jeremiah.
“Fancy seeing you here.” His hand casually touches my back, and I open my mouth to speak, but a voice causes me to stop dead in my tracks.
