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My stomach knotted. All the relief I’d felt last night seemed far away. Glancing again at the empty spot where Win had been, I grimaced, slipping out of bed.
Maybe all of that wouldn’t even matter because maybe he already changed his mind.
Shit! How much is the clock?Swinging my legs over the bed, I grabbed my phone, frowning when it resisted my tug. On closer inspection, I saw the long black cord sticking out of the bottom, and my heart turned over.
He plugged it into his charger.
I sat there for long seconds, smiling stupidly at the black cord, the smallest gesture meaning so much.
Then I remembered I was supposed to be checking the time and pulled it free to glance at the screen. Relief flooded through me to see that I didn’t have to be at the pool for a couple hours. Today was a light swim day, so we got to sleep in.
Leaving my phone on the bed, I stood, completely naked, and stretched out my muscles. I was slightly sore this morning, my lower back aching dully. I enjoyed the ache, though. It reminded me of everything we did last night.
He loves me,my heartsang.
Then where is he?my head refuted.
My clothes from last night were lying crumpled in a heap on the floor. The clothes Win offered were draped over the foot of the bed.
I chose those, pulling on a navy pair of sweatpants with a white tie at the waistband and a gray T-shirt with a faded picture of a box of Frosted Flakes and an orange tiger on the front.
Not bothering with socks, I left the bedroom, stopping by the bathroom long enough to take a piss. The entire time, I stared at the two toothbrushes in the cup on the counter.
Noise from the lower floor filtered up the stairs, so I followed it after noting Max’s bedroom door was closed.
At the bottom of the steps, I gazed across the dining room and into the kitchen where a long pair of gray sweatpants-covered legs stuck out from below the open fridge door. The rest of the body was practically inside the appliance, the entire thing rocking a little under the force of whatever he was doing.
As I moved closer, I noticed a large black trash bag on the floor beside him.
“Win?”
There was a loud thump, then a bunch of muffled cursing followed by an, “Ow.”
Win’s uncombed wild head popped from around the door, and he was rubbing it with his hand that was covered in a hot-pink rubber glove.
My eyebrows shot up. “What are you doing?”
Dropping his hand, Win turned a little sheepish and shrugged. “Cleaning out the fridge.”
“Do you know how much is the clock?” I asked, blinking.
He chuckled. “Yes, angel. I know what time it is.”
Right. I always forgot they said that differently. Americans were so difficult. I scowled, suddenly very irritated he got out of bed in favor of cleaning out the fridge. “I never saw you do this in Sweden,” I observed, crossing my arms over my chest.
Win’s dimples popped, and he swung the fridge door closed and walked toward me. “You look sexy standing there all scowly in my clothes,” he mused, voice growly and sexy as he grabbed the sides of my waist with his pink-gloved hands.
“Sexier than I looked naked in your bed this morning?” I wanted to know. “Because you left me there alone.”
“You need coffee.” He decided, tugging me as he walked backward toward the counter. When we were at the machine, he held up his hands and pointed to the basket of pods. “You mind?”
I snatched one and put it in the machine and then hit the button for it to brew a shot of espresso.
“I thought you changed your mind,” I blurted into the kitchen as the sound of brewing espresso dripped into the mug.
Win cursed under his breath and picked me up, my ass landing on the counter. Automatically, my legs parted, and Win slid between them, reaching up to hold my face with rubber-gloved hands.
My nose wrinkled, wondering why they were sticky, but before I could complain, he said, “I will never change my mind.”
