Then she shook herself and forced herself to glance away. "Maybe it is. I don't usually get eight hours."
"Me either," Luke said with another yawn. "Now wondering why, though. The gym is probably still there at ten a.m. instead of five."
"Are you going?" Sabrina handed him his coffee, which had a splash of milk in it, as he preferred. After a sip, he smiled at her.
"Perfect. You remembered. And…I don't know. I should, but I only have one more day of being your fake boyfriend and I don't want to miss any of it."
Sabrina's heart thumped. "Really?"
"Really. I've loved every minute of this."
Sabrina caught her breath, about to ask if he might want to make it more real, except then he finished saying, "Except maybe being laughed at last night," and derailed her completely.
"Hey! I was not laughing at you in bed!Thatwould be worth not liking, but I wasn't!"
"You were definitely in bed and laughing at me."
Predictably but, she felt, defensibly, Sabrina laughed again. "You know what I mean!"
"Yeah." Luke gave her a sleepy smile that made her heart flipandthump. "And I didn't really mind. You probably figured out I'm not a Boy Scout, though."
"I did, yes, although I'm a little surprised. You seem like the type. Very wholesome."
"I don'thaveto be wholesome."
"Oh, I don't know, I think it's a good look on you. If you're not going to go to the gym, hop up and get showered so we can get breakfast with the rest of them. I'm starving, for some reason."
"Yes'm." Luke rolled out of bed with a flash of long, well-muscled legs as he staggered to the shower.
As soon as he was gone, she grabbed a pillow and shrieked into it, then fell onto her back on the bed and, still into thepillow, said, "What are youdoing," to herself. She barely even knew what the question meant, except it had a lot to do with Luke Jones and an impulse to put a ring on it before he got away.
Maybe him loving every minute of it was just because it was a crazy weekend getaway, spontaneous and silly. Maybe it had nothing to do withher. Maybe she should keep her mouth shut until they were back in Virtue, because there, if he wasn't interested, at least she wouldn't be stuck in a hotel room and on a plane flight with him for another night.
Maybe she should throw all caution to the wind and follow him into the shower.
Thatsounded like the best idea she'd had in weeks. Months. Years. Maybe in her entire life. The only down side was that if he was pleased at the interruption, they would be very, very late to breakfast, and also possibly to the wedding, in which case, Mindy would actually kill her. Sabrina took the pillow off her face and said, "The things I do for friendship," to the hotel room ceiling, and got up to finish getting ready for breakfast.
Luke came out in his towel several minutes later and she glanced at him like somebody who had gotten used to how fabulously hot and built he was and wasn't bothered by it at all.
It turned out she was entirely wrong and she was not at all used to how hot and built he was. It was hard not to just keep gaping at him, though she made a real effort that ended in grabbing her phone just so she had something else to look at.
Luke and his towel paused on their way back into the bathroom, leaning back a little with water beading on his chest and stomach and the muscle there in magnificent definition. "Did you want a picture?"
There was some movie with a line something like "if someone asks if you're a god, you say yes." Sabrina felt like she was in that territory as she squeaked, "Yes?" even though she hadn't had any intention of taking his picture originally. Luke crooked a smileat her, she lifted the phone and took a picture, and he went into the bathroom to get dressed while she flipped to the picture and squeaked again.
He could notpossiblyhave looked more like a fitness model if he'd tried. Her phone had even automatically switched to portrait mode, so the background was softened up a bit and the bathroom lightgleamedon his insanely well-defined abs. The towel, tucked very low, made an incredibly intriguing line down his hip. His dark brown gaze seemed to look straight into her soul, and that little smile of his was the warmest, most inviting thing she'd ever seen.
Sabrina bit her knuckle, squeaked a third time, and in the name of red-blooded heterosexual women everywhere, set the picture as her phone background. Not the lock screen. That would be crass, she thought. But her home screen. And then she spent several minutes rearranging all her icons so they didn't get in the way of her ability to admire Luke Jones In A Towel On Her Phone. She thought she might get a print, and title it that way.
Then she turned the phone off and put it in her purse just so she wouldn't get caught drooling over her fake boyfriend when he came out of the bathroom, and when he did, they went down to breakfast. This time holding hands felt much more natural, and Luke winked at her as they sat down with everybody else. Gina went "OooOOoOOO, nowonderthey're late."
Sabrina said, "We're right on time!" but blushed, while Luke, the traitor, didn't blush at all.
There was a lot of nervous energy at the table, and Mindy was skipping breakfast entirely. Craig, with a shrugged smile, said, "She's leaning into the 'bad luck to see the bride before the wedding' thing. I spent the night in my parents' room!"
The Girls at the table exchanged glances, collected a variety of snacks, and went up to Mindy's room en masse, knocking on the door. She opened it, flustered, and they poured in, insistingshe eat and taking over the little tasks she was obviously involved in, like checking her dress for creases or trying to shake her veil out. "There's time to eat," Gina promised her. "And believe me, you can't eat enough in the next few hours to not fit in your dress. I should know. I stress-ate my way through my entire wedding day."
"I remember," Mindy said, sniffly, and they got her to sit down and eat something. "Did you see Craig?"
