Instead of talking.
We should have. We still need to.
But sex was more fun.
So much more fun.
I gently brush her hair out of her face and press soft kisses on her face. Her temple, her cheeks, the tip of her nose. She smiles without opening her eyes.
“Morning,” she murmurs.
“Morning.” I kiss her shoulder and then snuggle closer to her. “Sadly, we have to get up.”
“I know.” She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t wanna.” She buries her face in the pillow.
“I don’t want to either.” I run my hand along the curve of her ass. “I’d much rather spend the day in bed with you.”
“Me too.” She turns her head to look at me. “I don’t even know when I’m going to see you again.”
Because we didn’t talk last night.
Nope, we had sex until we were both exhausted and promptly fell asleep.
That’s on me.
So, I need to make it right.
“Let’s figure it out,” I say, sitting up. “I’ll order breakfast while you get dressed and if we hurry we should have a little time to talk before we have to go.”
“All right.” She rolls over and stretches, giving me the most perfect view of her breasts. Rosy nipples. Flat stomach. Soft curves and long legs.
Fuck, I’m going to miss her.
Luckily, breakfast arrives quickly and we sit down to eat.
“Let me email you the itinerary,” I say, typing into my phone. “What’s your email?”
She tells me what it is and I quickly send her the document.
“I just sent you all the details,” I say, sipping my coffee. “Not just where we’re playing each night, but hotels if they’re booked, soundcheck times, all the details. That way, if you book a flight, you’ll know exactly where I am at any given time.”
She smiles. “Okay, good.”
“When do you think you can get away?”
“I’m free most weekends, but I work until five on Fridays and have to be at work by eight thirty on Monday mornings, so there isn’t a lot of time once you put in travel time.”
“And I’m guessing you don’t have much vacation accrued since this is a new job.”
“No.” She sighs, resting her chin on her hand. “When are you in Seattle?”
“Next weekend. We’re doing Salt Lake City, Boise and Portland this week and then Seattle Saturday night.”
She types something on her phone. “Let’s see how much a flight would be coming in Friday night and leaving Sunday.” She wrinkles her nose. “Kind of expensive for less than forty-eight hours. It’s almost seven hundred bucks.”
“It’s all right. I’ll take care of it. Let’s look at the details.”
“Should we wait?” she asks quietly. “That’s only four days from now.”
