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She turns to me and desire flashes through her eyes. Her face is flush with it, and I see her struggle with herself for a few seconds. We both already know what’s going to happen in the hotel, and we’re both powerless to stop it.
“Sure,” she says with a nod and a swallow. Her voice is husky, music to my ears, that makes my heart thunder in my chest. “Let’s go back.”
And that’s what we do for the rest of the two days. We wake up, we talk, we fuck. Occasionally we go out to eat greasy burgers and hike up very interesting looking hills. We talk about life and work and mundane things. We don’t talk about us, our relationship. We don’t label anything, instead enjoying this strange connection for what it is.
And every night, we celebrate whatever this wild passion between us is.
After the strangest most adventurous forty-eight hours in my life, the road finally opens.
I’m almost sad when it does. Not necessarily because I enjoy sleeping in a hot ass room with mosquitos buzzing at my ears in the middle of the night. Nor do I enjoy salmonella sushi and adventurous French food or separating bar fights between cantankerous old men and motor heads.
But I'm sad because of her. Because ending this means ending whatever I have with Ava.
The inconveniences pale when it comes to spending time with her.
And I would endure that and more for this to continue.
Because it’s not just the fact that we have fucking amazing sex that blows every other sex I’ve had so far out of the water. It’s not the incredible connection I feel when I hold her, the way she makes my thoughts go quiet, makes me want to just hang out at the edge of a peaceful river doing nothing. I’m a guy who likes to move and is constantly doing. I don’t rest. But she makes me want to.
And then waking up and staring at her face in the morning—that’s something too. I’ve never understood people who get up early simply to watch the sunrise. I don’t get what’s so damn poetic and important about something that happens every day. But yesterday, I got it. Watching the orange sheen turn cast a golden glow over her skin, highlight those pink freckles and make her look like a damn fairy cast to the world.
Yeah. That’s some magical stuff right there.
And I bask in it because I know it will be over once the bridge opens. I don’t think about that, though. I don’t think about much besides how beautiful she looks as I play with her hair at night, wishing for time to freeze.
Maybe I could get someone to paint her like this. I would hire the most lifelike painter ever to see if maybe he can capture the absolute magnificence of her in the morning and I’ll hang it in my bedroom and look at it all day.
Fuck, what are you thinking? You sound like a lovesick sap.
And I do. But the most surreal thing is that the thought doesn’t make me panic. It doesn’t even make me flinch.
Which is strange because love is not something I take lightly at all.
Maybe I hit my head last night and woke up with a new personality. A personality that just wants to fuck her all night and then stare at her perfection in the morning.
The phone rings at six thirty AM that morning, and I snatch it off the hook before it wakes Ava up.
“Hello,” I growl, annoyed at whoever is destroying the moment.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to wake you, sir,” Patience says in her chipper voice that has become a staple of my mornings. “But Randy rang me up this morning and thought you might wanna know that you're good to go.”
“Randy?”
“Yeah. He’s one of the guys who’s working on the bridge. They’re done fixing it up and the road is now open.”
“Oh.” Somehow, I can’t keep the disappointment from my voice. “Tell him I said thanks.”
“Will do. Will you be checking out today?”
I don’t want to be. I don’t want the magic to end. But it has to at some point. Ava is already waking up, frowning as her eyes flutter open and snag mine. Surprise eases her expression and then she smiles a little shyly, and my lips spread in response. I don’t know why. She also reaches out and brushes over my eyebrow and the touch causes something in my chest to squeeze. It’s so tender.
And at that point, I know I'm in trouble.
Because if she’d asked me for the code to the fucking universe, I would have given it to her. I would have found the devil himself and beaten him down if she could only touch me like that again.
Fuck, I’m not used to this.
I sound ridiculous even to myself.
