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As soon as we’re through the door, I close it behind us, tugging off my tie, cupping her jaw and kissing her deeply. We tumble to the bed in a tangle of limbs and both of us groan as I enter her. The sex is almost desperate, like we both know our time is limited.
Angie clings to me, her hips bucking in time with my punishing thrusts. She comes with a small cry, which I swallow, covering her mouth with my own, as I groan through my release.
Rolling off her, I tug Angie into my arms, tangling our fingers together on my chest. “So, I’ve been thinking about where we go from here.”
Angie doesn’t lift her head to look at me, or anything like that. She squeezes my hand instead.
“Where we go from here is home. Back to reality. To Illinois and California.” Her voice is rather sad, but matter of fact. It’s a tone I decide on the spot I hate.
“I know.” I lift my hand to stroke her hair away from her face. “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t still see each other occasionally.”
There’s a small sigh, and Angie finally lifts her head, her eyes burning into mine.
Angela
Earnestness burns out of Tim’s eyes. I want to hold him tightly and cry. He’s not ready to be done with our fling because, honestly, the sex is out of this world. But once we get back to the States, we’re both going to be busy. If we actually see each other, it will be once every few months, if that.
Not to mention the fact that once he’s back in San Diego, there will to be beautiful women all around him. He’s going to move on and I’m going to be left nursing a broken heart, waiting for a text or a visit that will never come.
No. I have to safeguard my heart. But I don’t want to ruin our last night together. I want to savor it. Leaning over, I place my fingertips on Tim’s lips. They move beneath my fingers and my heart squeezes. He’s kissing them. It’s an achingly sweet gesture.
“Let’s not worry about the future and all that.” I offer him a tight smile. “I don’t want to think about leaving here. I want to enjoy the moment. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be teaching me?”
I inject some humor into my tone, and Tim smiles up at me, even though I can still see the lingering sadness in his eyes.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, his lips twisting into a smirk. I grin, kissing my way down his body. Tim’s eyebrows fly up as I take him in my mouth and his eyes flutter closed, his head tipping back as his fingers tangle through my hair.
“Shit, Angie.”
I swallow a smile, focusing on the task at hand. I bob my head, but when I know he’s close, Tim tugs me until I’m straddling him. Taking him deep, I sigh contentedly, and Tim grips my hips as I move.
It’s surprisingly intimate. He grips my neck, pulling my face down until it’s only a foot from his and staring into my eyes until it’s all too much for me and I grind down as I come.
As soon as I do, Tim rolls us, pinning me down, pressing his forehead to mine as he takes his weight on his forearms, pumping into me until his eyes widen slightly as he comes.
Dropping kisses all over my face, Tim settles down beside me, draping his arm over me and pulling me close until we are face to face, our bodies pressed together. Neither of us speaks as we drop off to sleep, but we do stare at each other, like we’re both trying to memorize every inch of the other’s face. At least, I am.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Timothy
When I wake up, my arms are empty, and a sense of panic rises in my chest. Sitting abruptly upright, I glance around, spotting Angie packing the last of her things into her suitcase, zipping it up. She turns to me with a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hey,” she says softly as I hold out my hand to her. Angie moves to the bed, taking my hand as I tangle our fingers together. Fuck. I was hoping to have her one last time this morning. But I can see from the shuttered look on her face that isn’t going to be happening.
“I’ll see you downstairs at breakfast.” She squeezes my hand and leaves the room, taking her suitcases and purse with her.
I quickly head to the shower, rushing downstairs. Sure enough, Angie is sitting at the table, eating her breakfast while talking to Aunt Kelly, who is sitting across from her. I slide into my seat, holding her hand underneath the table. I’m not imagining it; she grips my hand back just as tightly. I know I’m not.
“When are you heading off, Bill?” Uncle Harold rumbles as David and Max saunter in and take their seats.
“Right after breakfast,” Uncle Bill replies. My heart falls somewhere into the depths of my stomach. Fuck. I honestly thought we’d have more time today. But of course, they have their matinee show to make before heading back to Chicago on Bill’s private jet. I flew over on the Haven Pharmaceuticals jet with Ryan and the short-lived Sarah. Ryan and I agreed that we’d fly back on the Haven Freight one. But we don’t leave until tomorrow.
“You’re sure we can’t offer any of you a lift back to Chicago?” he offers, but there are six murmurs of dissent as the aunts talk about spending a few nights in London to do some shopping.
After breakfast, we all troop outside and Angie and I bring up the rear. Fuck it, I’m holding her hand. I don’t care who sees. Through the open door and the crowd, the driver is loading their suitcases into the trunk of the car. This is it.
I tug Angie’s hand, holding her back from following everyone outside. Angie looks over at me in surprise, but I spin her, pressing her against the wall, pinning her there with my hips as my mouth comes down hard on hers, pouring everything I never found the words to say into her mouth.
