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I stare down into her face. I want to kiss her. Fuck, do I want to kiss her.
"I'm here if you need me." I close my eyes because her skin is so soft and my dick isn't. I need another cold shower.
I had one when I got home and that had nothing to do with the woman I was with earlier. She wanted to introduce me to the friend she'd brought along to surprise me with. I wanted to come back here and stare at Adley.
The guy on the bar stool next to me hit the threesome lottery.
I hit the bitter edge of frustration when I got back and she was already fast asleep.
It felt like needles of ice were piercing my back as I stood in the shower, my cock in my palm, while I thought about the petite blonde I'm looking at now.
"I'm going to bed," she announces like the inquisition has ground to a complete halt.
It has, for now.
With that she turns. I stand in silence watching the most perfect heart shaped ass covered in white lace, leave the room taking the most incredible woman in the world with it.
Chapter 25
Adley
Of course, he made me breakfast in bed. He's perfect.
"You didn't have to do this for me, Crew." I adjust the white blanket around my waist as I lean back on the cushioned headboard. "I could have come to have breakfast in the dining room."
"I waited half a fucking day for that." He rolls his mesmerizing green eyes. "It's almost noon, Ad."
"What?" I reach for my phone on the bedside table and scan the screen.
He's right.
I can't remember the last time I slept in this late. It has to be years. It was before...
"Can I place this tray down now?" He winks. "I swam laps in the pool for over an hour this morning and my arms are burnt."
I drum my fingers on my lap. "Put it here."
He places down a wooden breakfast tray covered in a linen napkin. There's coffee, orange juice, toast and a bowl of fresh berries. There's also a single rose. It's a lighter shade than the dozen that sit atop my bedside table but it's no less beautiful.
"This looks delicious." I look up at him.
He fingers the collar of the V neck gray T-shirt he's wearing. "Eat it all."
I nod sharply as I take a bite of the toast. "What time did you get up to swim?"
He walks backward before he lowers himself into a brown arm chair near the wall. "At five. I'm always up by five."
"Even on the weekends? Even out here?" I toss two blueberries into my mouth.
A sly smile crosses his lips. "Every day. I don't need much sleep."
Apparently not. I didn't get back into my room until close to three this morning which means he got to bed around the same time. Yet, he looks rested and ready to take on the day.
"Did you have fun last night?" I ask cautiously. It's a form of self-torture and the thoughts that kept my mind in motion until I finally gave in to the exhaustion and drifted off. I don't need or want details and yet I ask.
"Does it bother you that I met someone for a drink?"
I look over at where he's seated. His expression doesn't give anything away. He's not teasing which means it's a question he expects an answer to.
