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I watched the steady rise and fall of her breathing as she drifted off. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. I could almost imagine this was just a normal night together, falling asleep side by side like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She nuzzled in closer with a contented sigh.
Sitting there with her curled up against me, it felt perfect and right. Being close to Lana just felt like home. I kept drifting in and out with those thoughts until I fell asleep.
When morning rolled around, I woke, groaning softly. Lana blinked awake slowly, looking momentarily confused to find herself tucked against me. Then she quickly sat up, smoothing her hair self-consciously.
"Morning," I said softly. "Sleep okay?"
"Yeah, uh, not too bad," she stammered adorably.
I got up and got us a couple of bottles of water from one of the pallets, my legs stiff and a little tingly from the position I’d been in.
“Thanks, I needed that,” Lana said after downing a third of her water bottle. I drank greedily too and stretched again, my back popping.
“Not as comfortable as the last time we slept together,” I said with another groan.
Lana laughed. “Not nearly.”
I tried to smooth Lana’s hair down with a laugh. It was mussed from rubbing against my shirt, and her makeup was smeared around her bright blue eyes.
She looked so damn adorable.
“You look like you slept a bit rough,” I said, grinning.
“How is it that you look like you just finished getting ready for the day?” She laughed and tried to smooth her hair. “I’ll bet I do look a mess.”
“You look a little like you slept outside in a bush, yeah,” I said, laughing with her. Then I cupped her cheek and brushed my thumb over her chin. “But you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I stepped forward, thinking maybe making love on sacks of malt wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. Lana leaned close, so I dipped my head to kiss her.
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Dylan leaneddown to kiss me. And I knew that this time, I didn’t have the strength to stop him. His lips brushed mine.
And the stockroom door creaked open. “You in here?” Brent said, his keys jingling.
I stepped back, wiping beneath my eyes, hoping I’d gotten most of the mascara smears off before Brent saw me.
Dylan glared at Brent, then he stared at me, a tiny smile on his face.
“I saw your cars in the lot and couldn’t find you anywhere. I can’t believe you got locked in here. We’re going to have to talk to Carl about—”
“Wasn’t Carl’s fault,” Dylan said, still looking at me. “He had no way of knowing we were down here.”
“You all packed for the trip? We have to leave for the airport soon,” Brent said.
Then I realized the time. “I’ve got to get home and gather my things, or I’ll never make the flight.”
“Anything I can help with?” Dylan asked. “To speed things up?”
I knew he was sincerely asking if I wanted help. But if he came with me, we’d be late for that flight. I had a feeling that we’d both felt the pull before Brent opened that door, and if he hadn’t, we wouldn’t be standing up and talking right then.
If I let him into my house, I wasn’t sure I could resist him. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to try.
“I think I can handle it, but thanks.” I rushed out and upstairs to get my purse and phone so I could hurry home to pack.
