What now?
So much for getting her out of your system…
I’d spent almost a decade trying to convince myself it hadn’t been that good with her. I’d just been inexperienced and fallen for my first like every other dipshit.
Turns out…it was that good.
If anything, now it was better. Goddamn, did that piss me off. I’d been trying to get her out of my head, not let her back in it. It didn’t matter how good the sex was, it couldn’t fix what she’d done.
But I was supposed to just let her walk off the plane after that and go on with my life?
Fuck that.
Once just wasn’t enough, but a few days would have us at each other’s throats and the magic would wear off. The chemistry hadn’t gone anywhere, but there was far too much history between us to bury. We were as likely to fight as to fuck and that would have to get old.
“Stay the weekend with me.” I meant for it to sound like a suggestion, but it came out like an order.
She lifted her head to look at me. “Where?”
Not the immediate rejection I expected, which was odd.
I knew she wouldn’t agree if I told her what I had in mind, the only way I could get away with spending the weekend with her. But I didn’t want to outright lie.
“Does it matter?” I said. “A hotel.”
I was already forming my argument in response to whatever she was going to say when she just said, “Okay,” and rested her head back on my chest.
That was too easy.
I was suspicious. She’d always been a fan of plans over spontaneity. Pulling out her wild side had been one of the thrills of being with her, but she’d usually put up more of a fight than that. And that was before she was pissed at me.
I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, glancing down to find her looking like she was about to fall asleep right there on top of me. “Tired?”
She made a humming sound, forcing her eyes open again. “I’ll be fine in a second. Stop being nice to me,” she said blearily.
When I looked down again, her eyes were closed and her breathing softened. It wasn’t my place to be worried about her, but why the hell was she so tired? She hadn’t seemed like she was on anything. The Maia I knew would’ve been stone-cold sober if she was with a client.
I nudged her shoulder and she jolted awake again.
“Did you take something, baby? Why are you passing out like that?”
She’s not your responsibility, Zane. And she’s not your baby anymore.
That thought could fuck off. She was passing out naked on top of me. What if I’d been a random client?
She looked confused for a second and then rested her cheek on my chest again. “I’m not on anything. I have bad insomnia.”
“Sure doesn’t look like insomnia.”
She mumbled, “Just wake me up in five minutes and I’ll go.”
She was sound asleep almost as soon as she stopped talking.
I lay there with nothing to do but watch her. She’d probably hate that I was staring, but I couldn’t seem to help it.
She looked the same, but staring at her this closely, I could see there were a few more fine lines on her face, lines that told the story of a life I hadn’t been a part of.
Lines around her mouth from smiles that weren’t for me.
