Page 99 of Dangerous Attraction

Once I was completely spent, he dressed me, lifted me into his arms, and carried me upstairs to bed.

Since we laid down last night, he hasn't let go of me.

And honestly, I'm glad, because I don't want him to.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck, his beard tickling my skin, he releases a deep breath.

"I have to go to Vegas tonight," he grumbles, the displeasure in his tone evident.

My stomach automatically starts twisting, and my heart drops in my chest.

"How long will you be gone?" I ask quietly, as I peek my eyes open and look across the dimly lit room.

"We probably won't get back until Sunday," he says. "Maybe even Monday. It all depends on how things go."

With knots in my stomach and a lump in my throat, I nod.

"Oh, okay."

Silence eats away at the space around us as my mind spins.

The thought of being alone and not spending time with Reeve makes me feel physically sick.

Especially after last night.

I have no idea where we stand, or what's going on between us, and now he's leaving for a couple of days, that information is making me feel even more unsure.

Being without Reeve shouldn't have an effect on me, and the thought alone is terrifying.

Realizing I've unknowingly become dependent on yet another person has my eyes widening and my chest tightening.

Patting my hand against his arm, I untangle my body from his, then jump out of bed.

"Well, you'd best start getting ready," I tell him as I run my fingers through my hair, then hurriedly make my way to the bathroom while avoiding eye contact.

"I've still got a few hours to get everything sorted."

Shrugging, I walk into the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind me.

"Always best to get an early start!" I shout through the door, cringing at myself in the mirror.

Jesus.

What is wrong with me?

Thankfully, when I come back out of the bathroom, Reeve's nowhere to be seen.

Taking my time to get dressed in a pair of black leggings and a white cropped top, I sit on the edge of the bed, lacing up my shoes as the pit inside my stomach grows.

Glancing around the room, I sigh.

I can already tell it's going to feel empty here without him.

I've been comfortable here for the last few days, but I fear that when I'm alone, I'm going to feel like an imposter. Every person I've created a bond with here is leaving for the weekend, and without them, I know I'll feel like I don't belong.

Huffing, I grab the denim jacket beside me and walk across the room, listening to the loud chatter outside for a moment before I pull the door open.

Callux and Warren pause their conversation when I come into view.