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“I knew it,” she grinned. “Nobody comes to Georgia and just fixes up a beach house.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “If I was in the CIA, wouldn’t I be investigating someplace more…exotic?”
“Like where?”
“I don’t know…Aruba.”
“Jamaica,” Rose sang. “Ooh, I want to take ya.”
“Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama,” Clarissa finished off.
“What’s going on here?” Shane asked, looking at them strangely. “They’re acting crazy.”
“Crazy,” Rose continued, grinning at Shane. “I’m crazy for feeling so lonely!”
Shane laughed, finally catching on. “Alright, I get it. This is your friendship test or something, right?”
I watched as Rose and Clarissa laughed, continuing on with tormenting Shane. Her eyes were bright with happiness and her smile was infectious. Everything about this woman was amazing, and I was going to lose her. I dropped my eyes to the table, unable to look at her for fear I would lose my shit and ask her to run away with me. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her, but that’s exactly what would happen. In only three months, I would return home and never see her again.
I barely noticed when the lights dropped and the bar turned into the nightclub. If it weren’t for Rose’s hand on my thigh squeezing gently, I would have still been lost in thought. I looked up at her and smiled, trying not to let on how fucking depressing I found this whole situation.
“Where did Shane and Clarissa go?” I asked, just realizing they weren’t at the table.
“Dancing.”
“Do you want to dance?” I asked. Having her in my arms right now would make everything better.
She shifted in the booth and got to her knees. I watched her curiously as she lifted the hem of her dress and tossed one knee over my lap to rest on the booth beside me. My hands immediately went to her hips as she straddled my lap and swayed to the music. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine as her hands skimmed over my shoulders and down my arms.
As my tongue tangled with hers, my hands drifted down her hips to her thighs where her dress was raised indecently high. My left hand slid up to her panty line, brushing over her dove tattoo. The noise of the nightclub was drowned out as she kissed me harder, sliding her fingers into my hair and gripping me tight. My fingers dug into her flesh as she started grinding her body against mine. It was pure torture, and she knew it.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” she whispered in my ear.
“What about Clarissa and Shane?”
“I think they can find their own way home,” she grinned.
As she smiled down at me, I briefly felt a pang of guilt for how happy I was with her. It should be this easy with my wife, if I was married to a woman I loved. Here I was, fawning over a woman I only just met, but I hadn’t even bothered to see my wife after signing the documents binding us together. I was a terrible person, and I knew if I was ever lucky enough to be with Rose long term, I wouldn’t really deserve her. But I was selfish, and I would take the time I had with her, because in three months, I would be walking away for good.
