Seriously, Meadow. I’m glad you said yes.
I’m glad you said yes.
My thumb hovers above the screen. Multiple responses are running through my mind right now.
Me too.
I needed this.
Texting you might be better than sex.
Nope. Definitely not sending that last one.
Instead, I settle on the truth that won’t leave my heart in tatters.
Me too.
I set my phone down, lean back against the couch, and stare up at the ceiling.
Three weeks.
In less than twenty-one days, I’ll be heading to paradise with Owen Brooks. Sitting next to him on a flight, close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath and feel the heat rolling off his skin.
Please, God…. please don’t let this trip ruin everything.
When I close my eyes, I can almost see the white sand, turquoise water, a frozen margarita in my hand, and Owen lounging next to me in nothing but a pair of slutty swim trunks. My core tingles at just the thought of laying eyes on his naked chest and abs.
Shit.
I remind myself to schedule a date with my vibrator tonight.
I blow a strand of hair out of my face and sigh.
I’m so freaking screwed.
FOUR
Owen
It’s finally here.
I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. Instead, I spent hours tossing, turning, and burying my head in the pillow each time I thought about Meadow and the fact that we’re going to be stuck together in a metal tube for over four hours.
It also doesn't help that I haven't had sex in months, not since the breakup. So just touching thighs with Meadow is bound to have my cock misbehaving.
What the hell was I thinking?
How did I convince myself that I could spend a week with Meadow outside of the office and just act like her best bud?
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Her sly smirk when she’s being a smart-ass, her dark mocha eyes, her pouty lips that I’ve fantasized about tasting one too many times. I’d bet they taste sweet like cherries. Sweeter than her cherry-blossom scent that drives me fucking crazy.
I decided to skip my routine coffee this morning because I have more than enough adrenaline running through my veins.
Meadow’s less than a foot in front of me on the jet bridge, and I’m seconds away from losing it. Her loose ponytail swings from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. Lucky for me, her back is to me because I’m staring like a fucking creep.
Even in her casual travel clothes, she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.
She’s wearing these tight black leggings that have me standing close behind her, protectively trying to block anyone else from having the privilege of seeing this view. When her cropped lilac sweater reveals a glimpse of her smooth stomach, I swear I see a hint of silver.
