As his mouth claims mine once more, I realize I’m in big trouble.
We just met.
He’s leaving in a few days.
I’m not even sticking around much longer.
And yet here I am wishing things were different.
Don’t be a fool, dummy.
Pushing those thoughts away, I pull him closer and lose myself in the way he’s making me feel.
CHAPTER THREE
I wakewith a warm body in my arms, and for a split second, I don’t remember where the fuck I am.
Then I breathe in, and the scent of watermelon and sex fills my nose.
Pinky.
Her pink hair is spread across my chest, and one of her legs is hooked over mine. Her breathing is slow and even, telling me she’s still asleep. I tighten my arm around her, holding her against me like I’m afraid she’ll disappear.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I never do this.
Never.
I get my fill and send ‘em packing. No sleepovers. No cuddling. No waking up with ‘em still in my bed.
But something about this little slip of a woman has me twisted up in knots.
My butterfly.
Fuck, I’m in deep.
She shifts against me, and those big blue eyes blink open. When she sees me watching her, a shy smile spreads across her face.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice husky from sleep.
“Morning, butterfly.” I brush a strand of pink hair from her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and I chuckle. I’ve never seen a woman blush so easily.
“Stop,” she mumbles, burying her face against my chest.
“Why? It’s true.”
She peeks up at me and her eyes shift over to the clock on the bedside table. As her gaze starts to move back, her whole body jolts.
“Oh, shit! I overslept!”
I look at the digital display. It’s barely eight in the morning. “It’s early.”
“Not for me.” She scrambles out of bed, giving me a perfect view of her naked body as she searches for her clothes. “I was supposed to be downstairs an hour ago.”
“What’s the hurry?” I prop myself up on my elbow, watching her ass as she bends to retrieve her shorts.
