His hot breath fans my neck, burning me up as he whispers in my ear, “Whose are you?”
Goose bumps pepper my skin and my breath hitches. “Yours.”
“Exactly.”
He pulls away, and I can finally expel the breath lodged in my lungs. “And you?”
“I have been yours ever since the first night,” he says with conviction.
Heart, don’t liquefy in my chest. I need you because I want to grow old with him. So, you trying to dissolve in my stomach is a no-go.
And Ian, being the absolute best, says, “I booked you a massage.”
He kisses my forehead, and I clutch his shirt in mine. “You’re a dream man…”
“Anything for my woman.”
His. Only his. Only ever his.
“What will you do in the meantime?”
“Hit the gym,” he says, accompanying me to the spa section.
The sixty-minute massage rejuvenates me. At some point, I think I fell asleep.
I catch my reflection in the mirror as I get dressed. I look just like I feel, invigorated, but I miss my man.
I thank the masseuse, and when I exit, Ian is waiting for me. He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on and strides to me.
“That was perfect. Thank you.”
“It’s my job to pamper you.” He winks and my heart overgrows my chest. That’s nothing new, though. “They’re about to arrive.”
We pass through the lobby and wait outside.
An SUV pulls up, and I give them a few moments before I run to greet Amelie and Levi.
“I missed you,” I tell her, and we hug some more.
A tight expression stiffens her features.
“How was the drive?”
Amelie huffs and steals a glance at Levi. He and Ian hug each other, clapping their backs.
Inside the lobby, I drag her to the side once I notice Eric. I introduce them, sticking to my role of giving them a push. The tension between her and Levi is thick enough that no power tool could slice it.
Letting them check in, Ian and I head to the terrace, ordering two cups of coffee.
I sigh. “They don’t seem fine.”
“No.”
Ian’s features tighten, and we exchange a worried look.
It’s the tension I feel first before they appear.
When the waiter comes by, they also order coffee.
