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Tiny steps.
A snail-like pace.
So how the hell did I get all the way over here, breathless and losing my heart completely? How did I end up in the deep end when my plan was simply to wade through the shallows?
I feel like I’m lapping at choppy waves, struggling to keep my head up in waters that could swallow me whole if I stop fighting. No life vests. No rescue boats.
Just me and a never-ending ocean.
I can feel myself getting tired.
Feel myself sinking deep.
Into him.
Into Hansley.
But what waits for me in those dark depths?
The kind of love his parents fostered and built for decades? Or the pain and bitterness of the drawn-out divorce my parents had?
Can a marriage that started from a drunken hookup in Vegas even turn into something real? Does that ever happen?
“Stop.” Hansley’s voice is husky. His instruction becomes clear when he reaches out and releases my bottom lip from my teeth.
Flames lick at my spine as the pad of his thumb brushes my moist flesh.
His eyes search mine, peeling back the layers and exposing all the raw, throbbing places. “Stop it, Asia.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
I choke. “You’re not worried?”
“Of what?” He shakes his head. “Being here with you, that’s all that matters right now.”
“What happens when we get up from here? When we go back to the real world. We still have to meet my parents. You need to convince Jensen to reconsider the contract. We have interviews for Make It Marriage—”
“There’s nothing on my mind in this moment but you,” Hansley whispers. His eyes hold me spell-bound. There’s some emotion in them. A softness when he looks at me that wasn’t there before. “The rest can wait.” He keeps rubbing my lip. “Anyone ever tell you that you worry too much?”
“Once or twice.”
“Stop.”
“Sure thing. Let me just reach inside my brain.” I glare at him. “It’s not a switch I can flip.”
He slants me a devastatingly gorgeous, lopsided smile. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
“I’m not angry.”
“Annoyed then.” He grins.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re especially obnoxious in the morning?”
“Nope.” He takes my hand and interlaces our fingers. "Never had a woman in my bed in the morning.”
“You’re kidding.”
