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"It’s not over until we say it is." I growl.
"It was a one night stand that stretched to two," she murmurs. "And now the sun has come out."
As if to mark her words, a ray of sunlight beams through the window and across our faces. It picks out the flickers of silver in the depths of her eyes. The ones that captivated me from the moment I first spotted them. The ones that tell me her emotions are nowhere as settled as she’d like me to believe.
I cup her cheek, and she blinks. "Hunter, please."
"You know I’m not going to be able to let you go." I hold her gaze.
She looks away then back at me. "That was the deal. We had this time together, and now it’s time to leave."
"Not before you promise it’s not over between us."
"I can’t." She swallows. "We can’t be seen together. It will only get people talking."
"So let them."
"We’ve been over this. I can’t afford to be linked with you."
"Why not?"
"You know why." She firms her lips.
"I’m not sure why."
"You’re the Prime Ministerial candidate—"
"And you’d be the woman I’m seeing."
"There, that’s what I mean. You’ll be the leader, the man in charge, the one in power and—"
"You’d be my equal. In public, I may be the future Prime Minister. In private, I’d be the man who makes you orgasm so hard you can’t have a coherent thought for days."
She laughs, and her features light up. She looks so goddamn beautiful, I lean in and press my mouth to hers. She parts her lips, and I deepen the kiss. By the time I raise my head, we’re both breathing hard. I press the tent between my legs into her. "See what you do to me, Fire? How do you expect me to not pursue you after this?"
"Because your career is important to you—"
"Not more than the woman I want by my side."
"What?" Her gaze widens. "What did you say?" There’s a thread of panic in her voice.Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. Why is it that when I’m with her all my careful planning goes to pieces?
"You heard me. I want you to be with me on the campaign trail."
"No. That’s not going to happen. I can’t allow anything to tie the two of us together. I won’t allow my personal life to become the fodder of gossip blogs and political commentators."
"Why not? What are you so scared of? Why do you always want to stay behind the scenes, Zara? Why is it you never want to face the issue that’s standing right in front of you? What are you hiding?"
She pales, then shoves at me again. "Let me go."
"No."
"Let me go, Hunter." Her voice is so cold, it stabs through my heart like a bloody knife. I’m going to lose her. I’m going to lose her. That’s when the phone in my back pocket vibrates. Fuck, I shouldn’t have switched it on earlier, but I thought I could get through some of my work while she was still sleeping. I hoped to buy myself a little time before the inevitable demands of the campaign pulled me away. The very fact that I didn’t switch on my phone for the last forty-eight hours, no doubt, sent the rest of my team into a panic. No matter that it was Christmas and the day after, which is also a public holiday in this country. There’s no time off when you’re running to be Prime Minister. Something I knew and pushed aside because I wanted to spend time with her.
"You need to answer that," she points out.
"I don’t need to do anything I don’t want to."
The doorbell rings, I swear aloud. She tilts her head. No way, am I going to move. If I do, I’ll lose her. And if I don’t? She’ll hate me anyway, for keeping her here against her will.
