Spencer growled.“You’re gonna make me—” The way he drove further into her finished the sentence.
They stayed with their arms wrapped around each other.Misty knew he should deal with the condom, and she should pee, but she wanted to stay close as long as she could.He wasn’t letting go, either.
Chapter Eighteen
An annoying buzz pulledSpencer out of a deep slumber.He and Misty had passed out for real.Despite the size of his bed, they’d slept close to each other.He savored the warmth of her body and the feel of her hair under his fingers.All he wanted was to press his morning wood into her, but this racket was killing the mood.
His brain woke up enough to identify the noise as a vibrating phone.He reached for his out of instinct, but frowned at the blank screen without so much as a text notification.“What the fuck?”
“It’s mine.”Misty crawled out of bed and let out a loud “Fuck!”before answering it.The sound woke Spencer up enough to take a second look at his phone and register the time, not to mention the light pouring in under the blinds.Working outside the nine-to-five grind had gotten him used to getting up early, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been healthy and slept so late.
“Hey...I know, I’ll be right there...Iknow...What do you want me to do now, talk and be late, or get ready to go and be on time?...Yeah...Look, let’s forget breakfast and meet at the airport.It’s the only way.”
She’d looked relatively composed while on the phone but scrunched up her face as she hung up.“Fuck, fuck, fuck!I was going to pack first thing in the morning, get everything I needed for today into the suitcase along with everything else, but I’m supposed to be at the airport by now and can’t even get dressed!”
“Hey, hey.”Spencer got out of bed, putting on his sweats as he headed toward her.“I can help, but we’ve got to get going.”
He tossed her a shirt and a pair of track pants, feeling relieved for their similarities in size.“That should hold you until we get to your place.”
She dressed quickly, grabbed her phone, and followed him the few blocks to her place.In the lobby, she poked endlessly at the elevator button.“Come on!”
That was exactly how Spencer had felt on his first trip up in her elevator, but a different kind of anticipation was in play today.After a painfully slow ride, they got off to see that no one else was home, sparing them the awkwardness of a conversation they didn’t have time for now.A suitcase sat open and half-packed on her bed.“How can I help?”he asked.
“Go into the bathroom and get everything off the left half of the shelf.”She spoke as she dug through the chest of drawers, filling her suitcase with workout clothes and sweaters.
He surveyed the shelves, marveling anew at how many items women used every day.“Do you have a toiletry bag or anything?”
“Here.”Now dressed in her own clothes, she handed him a patterned pouch.He threw the shirt on over his own and pulled the pants on top before filling the bag with her toothbrush, toothpaste, skincare products, and makeup.
“And where are you leaving from?”he asked, poking the stubborn toothbrush into the package to zip it shut.
“Kennedy.Why?”she asked, accepting the toiletry bag.
He opened an app, then looked up.“I just got you an Uber.He’s about two minutes away.”
Instead of looking relieved to be on time, Misty only looked more panicked as she leaned on her suitcase to close it.“Could therebeany more pressure for this?”
