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He groaned, slowing his movements as his orgasm came to an end, both of us staring at the haphazard lines across my chest. “Fucking killing me, Kennedy,” he said eventually, and he trailed his index finger through it, smearing it like he was finger painting. “A work of art.”
He brought his finger to my lips, and I sucked off the salty taste before he kissed me again. Yet when I assumed he was going to pull me onto the couch to continue what we were doing, maybe strip naked, he didn’t. Instead, he leaned back and asked, “Did you pack yet?”
I frowned in confusion. “What?”
“Did you pack for your trip yet?”
When I blinked and blinked again, obviously not following his train of thought, he explained, “I don’t want to stop, but you’ve got to be up early, and if you still have stuff to do…”
He glanced down between us, me covered in his come, and his cock, not quite flaccid yet, and,of course, he was being mature and considerate about all this. Always thinking ahead.
I shook my head. “I was going to pack tonight.”
He pointedly turned to the clock by the television. It was after eleven, and I needed to be up at four. “I guess I need to…”
Though I swore I saw disappointment in his eyes, he nodded and, with a fleeting look at my breasts, reached for my sweatshirt. I slipped it over my head then gingerly stood up from the floor. I shook out my legs while he tucked himself back into his pants. “I’m gonna change and go hit the bag for a while.”
We both fought through the awkward moment ofwhat do we do now?and walked upstairs next to each other. At my bedroom door, he offered me a sluggish half smile and a kiss to the temple before continuing on his way to his bedroom. While I started packing, he changed and stopped at my door again. “You going to bed soon?”
I tucked another pair of jeans into my suitcase. “Probably.”
He pulled at the old and stained T-shirt he wore. “All right, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then.”
“You don’t have to wake up.”
He arched his brow with a slight roll of his eyes then knocked on my doorframe. “Sleep well, angel. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
I didn’t bother responding since he was already making his way down the hall. I worked on finishing up so I could shower and go to sleep and not think about how we’d just given each other an orgasm and he’d shot his come on me.
Except that was all I could think about.
But the melatonin gummies worked great, because in the blink of an eye, my alarm was waking me up. I changed into matching leggings and sweatshirt for the plane ride, brushed my teeth, and threw on a bit of makeup, then dragged my suitcase to the steps, where Liam was waiting.
He carried it all the way to the front door then met me in the kitchen, where he’d started a pot of coffee, even had my pink travel mug out and ready for me.
“How long did you box last night?” I asked, adding cream and sugar to my coffee.
“A while.”
I laughed, and he wrapped his hand around my hip, lowering it to my thigh. It was so casual, like he’d been doing it for years, touching me like this.
“I peeked in your room to check if you were asleep,” he said.
“I took some melatonin.”
“Afraid you were going to stay awake for some reason?”
I set down my mug and traced my index finger over the logo of his Upenn T-shirt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He arched his brow. “You’re a terrible liar.”
When I started to step away, he stopped me, lacing his fingers with mine. I didn’t even have time to question it before he’d hauled me into him, hugging me tightly, his face pressed into my hair. “Text me before you board and when you land.”
“I will,” I said against his pec, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Be safe.”
“I will.”
