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“I can’t believe it’s going to be six whole weeks until I can see you again,” I grumbled as I cuddled against his chest on his bed.
“Since you hate surprises so much, I guess I might as well spoil this one for you.” I tilted my head back to look up at him. “I’ve already made plans to fly out to see you twice while you’re in Chicago. I figure visiting you every two weeks is still about twelve days longer than I want to go without you, but it’ll have to do.”16AllieThe next morning, I slowly rolled over and stretched. When it registered in my brain that the room was full of bright light, my eyes popped wide open. My frantic gaze searched out my phone, and I scrambled over Vaughn’s body when I spotted it on the table on his side of the bed. “Crap.”
“What's wrong?” Vaughn asked groggily, shifting beneath me.
“I'm late,” I cried, rolling off his body and almost falling onto the floor. I rushed over to the chair in the corner of the room. The jeans and sweater I’d worn on our date on Saturday were tossed over the arm, and my Chucks were underneath it.
“Damn, we forgot to set the alarm,” Vaughn groaned as he rolled off the mattress.
Tugging on my sweater, I grumbled, “That's what happens when you fuck me to within an inch of my life. My brain was scrambled last night. Next time, we need to set the alarm before we start having sex.”
His lips curved up in a grin of pure male satisfaction. “At eight o'clock in the morning then? Or maybe the night before?”
“I don’t even think that would do it. Maybe I should just set regular alarms since I tend to lose all sense of time around you.” I zipped up my pants and sat down to slip my feet into my Chucks before looking up at him with a frown. “It really sucks that we're not going get a chance to say a proper goodbye because I've got to run.”
“Fuck that,” Vaughn disagreed from the doorway of his closet as he tugged on a pair of jeans. “We’ll have plenty of time because I’m taking you to the airport.”
I shook my head and sighed in frustration. “As much as I'd love to have an extra hour or two with you, I still have to run to my apartment, pack up all my stuff, and get to the airport in time to drop my bags and make my flight.”
Vaughn finished dressing and strode across the room as I stood. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “None of those are reasons I can’t take you. Not when I already let the office know I'd be in late, and it’ll solve the problem of what to do with your car since you can’t possibly want to leave it at the airport for six weeks.”
“Of course, I’m not leaving my car at the airport. It would cost an arm and a leg to park it there for that long. I’m just a lowly paid screenwriter; not a soon-to-be studio bigwig like you,” I teased with a grin. “I was planning on taking a rideshare to the airport.”
Vaughn’s dark eyes flared, and he glowered down at me. “There's even less chance of that happening. It isn't safe to leave your car in the garage at the condo. Not after what happened to Morgan’s car.”
I dropped my forehead against his chest. “Crap, you're right.”
“Damn straight, I am,” he agreed.
Tilting my head back, I rose on my toes to brush my lips across his. “If you want to take me, then you’re going to need to hustle,” I urged. “Hurry up and get dressed so we can go.”
“Don’t you need to pack up at least some of the stuff you have here first?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I sighed, shaking my head ruefully. “I swear my brain isn't working yet this morning. I think you might have killed some of my brain cells yesterday.”
His hands slid down to cup my butt cheeks, and he gave them a squeeze. “But at least we had fun while we killed them off.”
“That’s an understatement if I ever heard one,” I laughed.
“Good to know I did my job well.” He winked at me before pulling away. “How about you get all your things together while I make you a cup of coffee to go?”
“Yes, please. That’s a brilliant idea,” I agreed before heading into the bathroom. I quickly dumped all my toiletries into my cosmetic bag. Then I headed into the closet, stopping dead in my tracks when I noticed all my clothes hanging up with dry cleaner bags over them. Since we’d spent all of Sunday naked, the last time I'd been in the closet was on Saturday when I was getting ready for our date. I was pretty sure most of my stuff had been in the laundry hamper back then. I'm not sure how Vaughn had pulled it off without me noticing, but it looked like he'd gotten everything laundered and pressed.
