Lilly
It takesme a few minutes after my eyes flutter open to realize I’m not in my bed in the guest room.
I’m in Luke’s bed.
In Luke’s arms.
My breath catches at the memory of what we’d done the night before. I hadn’t meant to stay the night.
I mean, I hadn’t meant to do all the things I’d done the night before either, but…
I turn my head carefully, my gaze landing on Luke where he’s stretched out beside me. One arm is draped almost causally across my waist.
But nothing about his touch feels casual.
Not after what we shared.
For a moment, I just look at him.
It’s different seeing him this way.
In sleep, he’s not the tightly controlled, closed-off man I’ve just spent the last week trying to figure out. He’s looser somehow. More relaxed.
Of course, everyone is softer in sleep.
Still, there’s something about watching him this way that feels vulnerable.
I shouldn’t stay here.
He’s still my boss. What we did together doesn’t change that.
I still need this job. At least until I can find something new.
Shame fills me, heating my face at the memory of the way I threw myself at him the night before.
I’d all but backed him into a corner and forced him to have sex with me.
But…
I knew exactly what I was doing. And I’d do it again.
He wanted to do it.
Oh, did he ever want to.
Those memories ease my guilt a little as I start to shift myself to the edge of the bed, careful not to wake him.
My muscles protest at the movement. Areminder of exactly what we’d done and how amazing it had been.
Whatever else happened, I wasn’t ever going to regret asking Luke to take my virginity.
How could I?
I force myself to focus as I reach for my blouse and slide from the bed. I should get dressed. Get back to normal.
Get to work.
Just because we crossed a line doesn’t mean I don’t still have a job to do.
