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“Wait.” I put my hand on his chest. “You haven’t slept with anybody since then?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“But that was months ago. Like almost a year.”
“I know.” His gaze softens. “I’ve done the math.”
“I haven’t slept with anybody either,” I whisper. “It’s been… a while.”
He nods slowly. “It’s wrong to say I’m pleased about that, but I am.” He slides the hand that was holding my waist around to my back, his fingers caressing my spine. “Shall we go to bed?” he asks.
I nod silently. He smiles and takes my hand, leading me down the hallway to my room. I push open the door and pull him inside, glad that I had enough time to change the sheets and tidy up when I got home. I redecorated this room as soon as I moved in and I love the pinks and golds.
“I like your room,” he says, and I flush because I still love it when he compliments me.
“Thank you. Do you want to use the bathroom first?” I ask. “It’s over there.” I point at the door on the far side of the room.
“Why don’t you go first? I need to get my bag, I left it in the hallway.”
“Sure.” I nod. “Sounds good.”
I walk into my bathroom and close the door, leaning heavily on it. This whole evening has felt strangely domesticated. He came home from work, I cooked dinner for us, and then we spent the evening working on my report. If you ignore the fact he also flew for hours to see me, we could be a long established couple.
And we haven’t even had sex yet.
My core clenches at the thought. Has he really not been with anybody in all these months? It’s almost unbelievable that a man as sexual as Liam Salinger can abstain for that amount of time and yet…
It makes my legs feel weak, too. Because he’s not the only one who’s falling here.
I brush my teeth and jump in the shower because there’s no way I’m sleeping with Liam Salinger without being freshly shaved. But I don’t wash my hair because it takes too long to dry – I’ll do it in the morning before work. Finally I rub my wrinkle cream and moisturizer into my face and check my appearance in the mirror.
“It’s okay,” I whisper to my reflection who looks as nervous as I feel. “You’ve got this.”
When I walk out of the bathroom Liam is leaning over his bag. He’s unbuttoned his shirt so it kind of flares out, and when he turns to look at me I can see his bare chest, his taut stomach, and the beginning of his hips as they disappear into his gray pants.
He’s absolutely perfect. I think I make a sound like a cat. A kind of a meow that makes him grin.
“You look petrified,” he tells me.
“I think I am.” Why is this man-god obsessed by me? I’m worried he’s going to find me out. Discover I’m just not that interesting. And by then I’ll be in way too deep.
He walks over to me and cups my cheeks with his hands. “We don’t have to do anything tonight,” he says. “Just let me hold you.”
“But I want to,” I tell him. The thought of him leaving in the morning and not having felt him inside of me is too much. “I want you.”
“Let me shower first,” he tells me. “I’m sweaty.”
“I don’t know that I can wait,” I tell him honestly.
He laughs, looking gratified. “You look beautiful.” He trails his finger along the towel where I’ve wrapped it around my chest. “Flushed. Clean. Warm.” He kisses my lips. A sweet kiss, yet it still sets me on fire. “Give me five minutes. I’ll be back before you know it.”
I sit on the bed as he disappears into the bathroom. It’s only a few seconds before I hear the running of the tap and I imagine him stepping naked into my shower. Then I think about last night, about the way he touched himself. My breath stutters.
When he walks out, he has one of my white towels wrapped around his hips and nothing else. His hair is damp, his body as flushed as mine.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve showered without playing with jimmy and the girls in about a year,” he tells me.
I laugh because he knows how to diffuse every awkward situation. I like the way he’s so open, so funny, so real.
