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I wish we could stay like this forever, but …
“We need to get going,” I whisper.
Lily presses up onto her forearm, her eyebrows tugged in. “What?”
“We can’t stay here. I need to call housekeeping to have the bedding changed, so it’s ready for tonight,” I reply, meeting her questioning gaze.
Her forehead wrinkles. “What time is it?”
I shake my head. “I’m not sure. My phone’s …” I glance around the space, spotting it on the floor near my jeans. I nudge my chin in its direction. “Way over there.”
A lopsided grin lights up her features. “We certainly know how to take over a room.”
“That we do.” I grin.
Lily’s eyes search mine for a moment and she inhales softly. “I wish we could stay here, but I suppose …”
I kiss her temple, sliding my arm out from around her so I can exit the bed.
I hear another soft sigh as I walk over to my phone and pick it up.
“You have a sexy ass,” she murmurs, her voice husky.
Shaking my head, I throw her a smirk over my shoulder. If she’s not careful, I might have to take her again before we leave. Hell, my cock is already ready to go.
With effort, I tap on my screen to check the time. “Shit, it’s almost five in the morning.”
“Well,wow.” Her eyes widen and she moves to the edge of the bed, letting the bedding drop to her waist. My body jolts from the visual but any thoughts of going again will have to wait.
I smile, searching the floor for her clothing. Bundling them all together, I hand them to her and start hunting for my own. Walking around naked in front of her—it’s strange and yet, so natural at the same time. Like it’s always been this way with us.
However, the gravity of last night hasn’t fully impressed itself upon my brain yet, but I can feel it yawning like a chasm, ready to swallow me whole.
The panic flutters in my chest, but I shake out of its grasp, hoping it fucks off.
This is good. Things aregood.
And yet …
I tug on my briefs, then bend down and do the same with my jeans.
Lily busies herself, dressing in last night’s outfit. As she does so, flashbacks of removing those articles of clothing stir up the visceral memory of everything we did.
God, I hope she doesn’t think I only wanted sex …
I slam my eyelids shut and reach for my shirt. Each button locking into place is a staccato, reminding me that I intended to take things slow with her. I promised myself I would go slow and it had gone out of the fucking window the moment she initiated things.
But I never wanted to rush this …
“Are you okay?” Lily asks, pulling me from my inner tirade.
I spin to face her and shrug, trying to go for nonchalance, but not certain I pulled it off. “Sure. Of course.”
She narrows her eyes as she slips into her shoes.
Yep, definitely failed at nonchalance.
“London,” Lily begins, her voice wrapped in a warning.
