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“Fuck no,” he says, then kisses my chin. “I’m not leaving this bed with you to hang out with Preston and the Fearless Four.”
“Hey! That’s what we call ourselves.”
“That’s because you are.” Aleck kisses my lips gently, then slips his arm out from under me and sits up. He scoots off the bed, making me whine. “I have to take this condom off. Don’t fucking move.”
My lips curl into a grin. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good. And just so you’re prepared, I’m going to stick my tongue in every crevice of that beautiful body when I get back.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Aleck winks then walks out of the room naked as the day he was born.
* * *
When Aleck came backto his room, he kept his promise and devoured my entire body, from my toes to my mouth. He moved slowly and calculatedly, swiping his tongue across every surface of my skin, groaning, while keeping his bright blue eyes piercing mine.
He was a slow burning fire, controlled and meticulous, eating up every inch until my entire body had been claimed by his scorching mouth.
And after we had sex for a second time, we laid in each other’s arms, like we did the first time, and talked about our lives outside of this bubble we’re living in. He yawned and I saw how tired he was, his eyelids heavy with the need to sleep. He admitted to not getting much sleep the night before and the awkwardness I felt to leave his room swallowed the calmness we had blanketed ourselves in moments earlier, replacing it with uncertainty and insecurity.
So, I did what any sane woman who feels like she’s overstaying her welcome would do. I bailed. “Well, I should get back to my room. I’m tired, too.”
Without giving him a chance to make it uncomfortable, I kissed his lips quickly, then scooted off his bed.
In my defense, he stayed silent as I gathered my things. He didn’t tell me to stay, he merely watched me like I was a car wreck in slow motion and let me leave.
Which is why, after cleaning myself up and brushing my teeth, I’m now crawling into my bed a hollow version of myself. I miss him. I push my face into my pillow, muffling the growl of frustration I push out with a heavy breath.
I miss him.
I’ve let Aleck in so deeply that I miss him when he isn’t near; I miss a man who won’t even sleep next to me, and I don’t even care. I mean, I care, but I’m doing this anyway, because being with Aleck feels good. It feelsreallygood. And I know we may part ways in less than a week, but I want to bask in the light that is Aleck Fox until everything turns dark.
When sleep has mostly found me and I’m halfway to Dreamtown, the slight creak of my door opening stirs me awake. I sense him before I hear his bare feet padding across my marble floor to my bed.
When I feel the blankets lift behind me, a smile—larger than any I’ve ever felt—threatens to make my eyes water. Aleck slides into the bed behind me and curls his arm around my waist to my stomach. I back up to snuggle into his front and he pushes his face into my hair, taking a deep breath when he settles his head on my pillow.
“Goodnight, Winter,” he whispers.
“Goodnight, Aleck,” I whisper back, feeling the weight of this step he’s taken.
The heat from his front soaks into my back, and after a short while, his heavy breaths lull me into my own slumber. I fall asleep smiling, and the only thought that keeps repeating in my mind as I doze off is:Tomorrow, I’m going to wake up to Aleck Fox in my bed.
TWENTY-TWO
WINTER
As I stir awake, the knowledge that Aleck is in my bed jars my senses like an ice bath. My eyes snap open, and I cautiously turn my face to the side, seeing tanned skin and carved muscles in my periphery.
Smiling instinctively, I twist my body slowly and delicately so I don’t wake him. When I’ve turned all the way around, facing Aleck, I rest my head on my pillow and nuzzle the blankets under my chin. My eyes scan his peaceful face. They travel the sharp lines of his nose, chin, and jaw. I take in the dark stubble of his beard, the soft skin on his eyelids, his deep brown hair that’s perfectly tousled, a short tendril hanging across his forehead touching his long eyelashes.
He’s absolutely delectable.
There’s somethingundeniableabout the way I feel about him. I originally thought Aleck was shallow, but he’s so much more than the expensive suits and stoic guise. He’s more than his money and impatient personality.
Shallow isfarfrom Aleck’s depth. Aleck is a goddamn universe.
“Good morning, Winter,” his deeper than usual timbre snaps me from my reverie.
He slowly blinks his eyes open, his eyelids heavy with a good night’s sleep.
