Because her voice came again, softer now.
“You okay?”
I nodded.
A beat passed.
“Liar.”
I huffed out a breath, half-laugh, half-sigh. “Just thinking.”
“Don’t overdo it. You might hurt yourself.”
I turned toward her slightly, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. “Do you do this often?”
She blinked. “Do what?”
“This. Accidentally strand guests in the woods. Spoon them senseless. Feed them brownies and make them forget how to breathe?”
She smirked. “Not recently.”
I let out a low laugh. “You’re dangerous.”
“And you’re very grumpy for someone who just got thoroughly seduced under the stars.”
“Seduced, huh?”
She wiggled closer. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”
I didn’t.
Ilovedit.
But that wasn’t the part that scared me.
It was the part where I wanted to wake up beside her again.
Tomorrow.
And maybe the day after that.
And suddenly, a handful of days didn’t feel like enough.
Suddenly, this didn’t feel like something I’d forget once the flight home landed.
It felt like the first thing in a long time that Iwantedto remember.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Fifi
The first thing I felt was the sun warming my face.
The second was Ben’s arm around my waist, heavy and solid and perfect in a way that made my chest ache.
For a minute, I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t move. I just breathed in the scent of old campfire, pine, and him. My entire body was tangled with his under the zipped-together sleeping bags, skin to skin, and last night replayed in a slow, hazy loop in my brain. The kiss. The laughs. The heat. The way he’d looked at me like I was more than just the innkeeper who fed him sandwiches.
But then, I heard it.
