I pushed on his shoulder, rolling on top of him, bending down to kiss him again. And again. Andagain.
As many times as he’d let me.
“There’ll be others,” I said, looking down at this incredible man who’d somehow fallen into my lap.
I’d seen plenty of fireworks in my life, and I’d see plenty more, but I’d never have another moment like this.
“I—”
Don’t say it, don’t say it, you’ll ruin everything.
The pause was getting too long, Hayden’s expression starting to change to curiosity, wondering where the hell this half-started sentence was going.
“Can’t wait to get home,” I chickened out.
We had more time. I needed to think. It wasn’t that simple.
Hayden grinning up at me like I was the best thing in the worldwasthat simple, though, and I wasn’t going to let those lips go un-kissed any longer.
“Me neither,” Hayden said.
20
Hayden
We stumbledinto the guesthouse joined at the lips, Wes’s hand flailing out to mash the light switch as we narrowly avoided tripping over the couch.
I was having a great birthday so far.
“Birthday boys get whatever they want,” Wes whispered against my mouth, both hands fisted in my shirt.
“Birthday boy wants a shower,” I said, which was maybe not the sexiest thing I could’ve come up with, but we were both covered in sand, Wes smelled of seawater, and we’d been sweating all day.
A shower was the sexiest thing in the world to me right now.
Wes laughed, taking my hand and tugging me toward the bathroom.
“Wait,” I said, pausing to set Otto on the couch. “Don’t let me forget him.”
“I won’t,” Wes promised, the smile on his face so soft and warm that I could’ve crawled into it and fallen asleep.
After a shower.
We didn’t waste any time stripping each other off, hands slipping on buttons and zippers, sandals bouncing off walls as we kicked them free, clothes left in a tangled heap at our feet until I was down to underwear and Wes was down to swim trunks.
“Starting to like these,” I said, running a finger around the waistband.
“Good, because I have two more pairs in case these ever wear out,” Wes said. “They’re kinda my thing.”
“I don’t know why that surprises me,” I said, meeting his eyes shyly. “You’re incredible.”
Wes smiled another one of those ridiculously bright smiles. It was soeasyfor him to smile. The thing was, when he was around? It was easy formeto smile, too.
That was new.
Kind of terrifying.
But I didn’t want it to stop, either.
