“Maybe I’m committed to the role.”
Seth smiled softly.
“I think,” he said, voice quieter now, “maybe I am too.”
And when I kissed him again this time, slower and softer against the hotel pillows, Seth kissed me back like neither of us wanted to think about pretending anymore.
The television kept playing forgotten noise somewhere across the room, flickering light over the bed while Seth shifted closer against me.
My hand stayed warm against the side of his neck, thumb brushing lightly beneath his jaw as I kissed him again and again.
Seth moaned into my mouth that nearly unraveled me.
I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, and Seth responded immediately this time. He seemed less hesitant now, and more certain.
His fingers curled into the front of my shirt. That tiny movement sent heat straight through me. I pulled back just enough to look at him.
Seth’s lips were slightly swollen now, curls messy from my hand running through them earlier. His eyes looked darker somehow.
My hand slid instinctively to his waist beneath the hotel robe, fingertips brushing warm skin. Seth inhaled softly against my mouth.
The robe loosened slightly beneath my hand as I pulled him closer, and suddenly there was too much fabric between us.
Apparently Seth agreed, because while kissing me, he fumbled lazily with the front of my shirt before tugging lightly.
“Too many layers,” he mumbled.
I laughed softly against his mouth.
“You saying that while wearing a bathrobe is bold.”
“Don’t ruin my point.”
I kissed him again instead. Seth shifted onto his knees beside me, and the movement tugged the robe off one shoulder, exposing a strip of bare skin.
My hands settled more firmly at his waist this time, thumbs brushing slowly over warm skin underneath. He shivered. My pulse jumped hard at the reaction.
“You okay?” I murmured.
“Mmhm,” Seth said immediately before adding, “You’re very distracting though.”
I grinned. Then Seth tugged my shirt upward impatiently, and honestly, I was more than willing to cooperate.
The second the shirt hit the floor somewhere beside the bed, Seth’s gaze dropped briefly over my chest like he couldn’t help himself.
That should not have affected me as much as it did. Seth looked back up and immediately caught me noticing. A flush crept slowly into his cheeks.
I leaned forward and kissed him again. Seth melted against me more easily now, one hand sliding into my hair while the other stayed curled lightly against my shoulder.
Everything about this felt slow, not rushed. I liked the fact that neither of us wanted to get too far ahead of the moment.
The robe slipped farther open when Seth shifted into my lap slightly, and my hands skimmed carefully up his sides before settling at his hips. I touched warm and bare skin.
My brain briefly stopped functioning. Seth kissed me harder when my hands tightened slightly against him.
Seth eventually pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead resting lightly against mine.
“You know,” he said softly, still a little breathless, “we’re really bad at pretending this is fake lately.”
