“Got it.” She eyes the cash again. “I can make sure that happens.”
“Great. Thank you.” I pause, grabbing the pen on the counter and a piece of paper. I scribble a note for Prue on it, and hand it to the lady. “Can you make sure she gets this too?”
“A breakup note. How nice.”
When I walk back to the car, Prue is sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me. I grab our bags out of the car and open the door for her. She jumps out of the car, following behind me as I lead us to the elevator.
“How long are we here?”
“Haven’t decided yet.” I shrug.
“San Francisco could be fun.”
“It could be. But I think anywhere would be fun with you.”
She smiles at that. As silence takes over the elevator, I watch the wheels in her head spin. I should fill the silence so she doesn’t start questioning me, but I don’t know what to say.
I lead her down the hallway to our room. Opening the door for her, she steps in, but turns to look at me. I drop the bags on the floor, not bothering to turn on the lights. There won’t be any need for that.
“I love you, Prue.”
“Why are you saying it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like goodbye.”
“It’s not a goodbye.” I offer her a smile.
I feel the walls closing in as I sit on the bed. She stands, watching me. I’m extremely happy that she seems capable of reading me so well, but I know that doesn’t work in my favor right now.
“So, what’s the plan now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do we just hide out forever?”
“No. I’m still working on figuring out my next move. Maybe we hide out here for a few days, maybe we keep moving. I don’t know yet.”
“You’re lying,” she says, folding her arms over her chest. “You are keeping something from me, and I don’t like it.” She walks over to me, standing in front of me. I wrap my hands around her stomach, as she rests her head on top of mine. “Just tell me.”
“No.” I shake my head, kissing her stomach. “I’m not ready yet.”
I grab her, tossing her softly on the bed, before pressing my body against hers. She doesn’t fight me, not even as I plant kissesup her stomach, collarbone, and neck. She rocks into my touch. It’s probably cruel of me to be teasing her like this, but I can’t help myself.
Her hands drop to my head, and I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. I picked this hotel for a reason. I stayed here once, so I knew they had headboards with slacks in them. Easy to handcuff someone to.
“Fuck me, Ben. Please.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” I say, my lips less than an inch from hers. “I really want to, Prue, but liars don’t deserve to go to heaven.”
I don’t give her a chance to reply to that before pressing my lips against hers. I have to make this kiss count. I highly doubt I’ll ever get to kiss her again.
As my tongue dips into her parted lips, she melts under me. Her lips move with mine, as her body presses up against mine. I let myself get lost in it for a moment, even as I grip her wrists with one hand.
It’s only when I see her eyes are still shut that I do what I need to. Pulling the handcuffs from my back pocket, I clip one to her right wrists, quickly sliding it through the slant in the headboard and attaching it to the other.
The second click gets her attention, and she bites at my bottom lip.
