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He smirks devilishly, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. “That’s good. But it’s not it. Try again.”
“You’re the hottest fucking guy alive!”
Theo raises his eyebrows, biting his bottom lip now—a warning. He nods, and then drives his fingers down the front of my bikini bottoms. In less than a second, he’s discovered just how wet I am, and has begun rubbing small circles around my clit. It feels fucking amazing.
“Theo! Anyone could see us!” I pant, trying to wriggle free. He’s not letting me go anywhere, though.
“You think I give a shit if someone sees me making you squirm, Kid?” he laughs. “I don’t.”
“Ahh! Ahh, Theo, please!” I don’t want him to stop. I never want him to stop. I would like to take this somewhere a little more private, where his parents might not walk around the corner and find us, though.
Rather than heeding my pleas, Theo makes things infinitely worse by sliding his fingers back and slipping one of them inside me. I go still, jaw hanging open, my fingernails digging into his back. Theo purrs, very pleased with himself indeed.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he asks.
I can only nod.
“You wanna come on my dick?”
“Y-yes.”
“Say it, then.”
“All right. All right. Oh my god. Ahhh shit!I love you, Theodore William Merchant! I fucking love you!”
He withdraws himself from me, eyeing me fiercely as he removes his hand from my bikini bottoms and sucks his index and middle fingers into his mouth. “Good, baby girl. That’s what I like to hear.”
I snap out of the memory, breathless and overwhelmed. I’m back in this hotel now, and a heavy kind of frustration sits on my chest. I want the rest of that memory, damnit. I want to remember what happened next.
Theo isn’t licking the inside of my wrist anymore. He’s sitting back on his heels, watching me, a small frown tugging his brows together. “You just remembered something, didn’t you,” he says.
I nod. “We were in our swimsuits, in a hotel somewhere. You were pinning me up against a wall. You, uh…you wanted me to tell you something,” I admit shyly.
A brief, brilliant smile flares across Theo’s face, wiping his frown away. “Right. Yeah. I remember that hallway,” he says, nodding. His eyes spark with humor. “Ilikedthat hallway. I liked it a lot.”
“I think I liked it, too.”
“You liked the shower afterwards better,” he says, his right eye scrunching up a fraction. He blinks hard with both eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. “What?” he demands, poking me in the thigh.
“You’re ticklishandyou can’t wink?”
“Hey! Even perfection has its flaws sometimes!” He sobers. “Come on. Let’s eat. I’ll give you a reenactment of the Tijuana hotel shower once we get back. And hey?”
“Mmm?”
“That’s a really good sign, Sorrell. You remembered a lot there. Seriously. That’s real progress.”
28
THEO
You can’t get betterthan Urban Ramen.
Once we’re back at the hotel, stuffed to the gills, I run a bath for Sorrell, only when I head back into the room to tell her it’s ready, she’s passed out, tucked tight into a ball in the middle of the huge king-sized bed. I don’t have the heart to wake her, even though my raging boner is adamant that I do otherwise. There’ll be plenty of other times for bathtub sex once we’re home, though.
Instead, I order room service and drink a coffee, determined to stay awake for as long as possible. I want to watch her sleep. Fucking sue me. I don’t care how much of a stalker that makes me. I’ve spent a long time watching over Sorrell, lying in a bed with her eyes closed. She wasn’t sleeping then. She was in a fucking coma, barely alive, and staring at her beautiful face then, her eyes ringed with bruises, was pure fucking torture. She looks peaceful now. Healthy. There are no dark shadows beneath her eyes anymore, and I can tell by the way her fingers twitch in her sleep that she’s dreaming. Until the day I die, it will always make my heart soar to see this girl dream instead of lie there, inanimate, hovering on the brink of death.
I stroke her hair softly, unwilling to wake her. I must fall asleep eventually, because when I start awake, Sorrell’s standing by the night stand on my side of the bed with her hand on the lamp’s switch. She turns it off, the room falling into darkness.
