“Yeah.” I settle back in the crook of his shoulder, listening to his breathing. “Me too.”
“I need a minute to get a second wind, then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“There’s no rush.” I yawn, warmth washing over me when he drags the sheets up my legs. When he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I never would’ve thought he’d be a cuddler, but I like that he is. “If you’re feeling how I’m feeling, it’s going to take longer than a minute.”
“And you said it was onlygood.” Sebastian drops his chin to the top of my head. I reach up and give his necklace a tug. A furious blush spreads across my chest when he answers with a low hum. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“Maybe you’re terrible in bed.”
“Deflection. I get it.” He drums his fingers against my hip. He traces over my tattoo, infatuated with the thing. “You’re afraid to admit you want me again.”
“Conceited,” I mumble, squealing when he hugs me close. “This was a one-time thing, remember?”
“Whatever helps you sleep tonight, Pres. Do you—”
Our phones chime simultaneously with the sound of a notification. I frown and sit up. “That’s weird.”
“Probably a tropical storm forming in the Atlantic. Waters are hot.”
“Our friends could be dead.”
“Jumping right to conclusions, I see. Mine is in the pocket of my jeans, if you want to check.”
I take the sheet with me, wrapping it around my body while I hunt for our phones. I toss his on the bed and sit on the edge of the mattress, sorting through my apps.
“No texts,” I say.
“No storm either. What a letdown.”
“Oh.” I see the new email in my inbox and click it. “Oh.”
“What is it?” Sebastian comes up behind me, an arm around my stomach and his own phone still in his hand.
“It’s from the NWS. They—” I scan the body of the email and gasp. “They want me to come back for a final interview next week.”
“Way to go, Monroe.” He presses a kiss to the slope of my shoulder. His mouth lingers there for a beat. “I’m proud of you.”
“Wait a minute. Does that mean you got an email too?”
“Let’s see.” He clicks over to his inbox. There’s a new message at the top with the same subject line, delivered at the same time. “Looks like it.”
“Will that be weird?”
“Why would it be weird? Because I ate you out?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“He’s not here, but you can worship me if you want.”
I reach behind me, grabbing a pillow and smacking him square in the face. I ignore the laugh he barks out, the smile he tucks into the back of my neck. “Exactly because of that.”
“It’s still us. We’ll go head-to-head like we always do, and we can use it as foreplay.”
“No.Nope.” I turn in his hold and poke his chest. “One and done, Dunn.”
“Give me a good reason why we shouldn’t hook up again.”
“Because I—” I struggle to think up something on the fly. “It could get messy.”
