I shake my head. Will and I exchanging our deepest insecurities, our biggest faults, only succeeded in making us understand and want each other more.
“I’m tired,” I say. Physically, yes, but just—everything. I’m tired of fighting my feelings. Tired of outworking myself.
Tired of being alone.
“Me, too,” Will murmurs, his eyes flicking up and down my person. “Get some sleep. We’ll carry on tomorrow.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Robbie:Happy Birthday JoJo!
Camila:HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SPARKLING LITTLE SUN BOMB I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER IN BARCELONA! By the way I may have bribed Inez from IT to lock you out of your email for 24 hours sorry not sorry!
Mom:Happy birthday darling, I’ve sent you several articles via email on Barcelona crime
Dad:Happy birthday JoJo!
Biker Gang:
Gio:Happy birthday J! Hope you get a bike ride in today <3
Leonie:omg josie happy bday lovebug
True to her word, Camila managed to bar me from my own email account. I’m fixing the Outlook app with a stern look, willing it to let me through, when a knock sounds at my hotel room door.
“Happy birthday!” Will says as soon as I pull it open.
“Camila locked me out of my work email,” I complain.
His bright smile melts into a diluted smirk. “Camila’s a genius.”
“That was never under review, but now herloyaltiescertainly are.”
“Josephine,” he scolds. “Today is a Saturday.”
“Retail’s busiest day of the week!” I reason.
Will grabs my phone from my flailing hand and stuffs it into the front pocket of his jeans. He’s back in street attire today, though without his baseball cap, which I kind of miss.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
I grin. “How pissed would you be if I said a hotel gym workout followed by a room service feast while we watch my CEO classes online?”
He gives me a put-upon look, still not breaching the doorway to my room. “I’d say it’s your birthday, and let’s do it.”
I consider him, crossing my arms over my pajama-clad chest. Part of me wants to see if he’d go through with it. Waste an entire Saturday in this beautiful city in a hotel room with me.
“You’d get stir-crazy.”
“Not necessarily.” Will shakes his head, very slow. “We could absolutely keep ourselves occupied in this hotel room. All day.”
My body flushes, all the exposed parts of my skin heating at his implication. His darkening Blue Ridge Mountain eyes fix on my body, which is covered by only a pair of tiny silk shorts and a thin tank top. He presses his lips together, hands resting on each of his hips as he forces his eyes up to mine.
I don’t—fully—
I’m notexactlysure how it happens—
There’s a time slip, if I had to guess—
