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“Mom, I never said anything about…that.”
“You also know better than most how short life is. You can’t be an island forever.”
Knock, knock.
I was never so thankful for an interruption in my life.
“Someone’s at the door, I gotta go.”
“Love you.”
“You too.”
I tappedendand set my phone on the nightstand. There was another knock. But it wasn’t coming from the exit door; it was the connecting one.
What did Iain want? Did he run out of condoms and lube?
I got up and walked over, mentally bracing myself, and wrenched open the door.
“What?”
Iain stood there, still dressed in those sexy leather pants and his linen shirt, half unbuttoned. And in his bare feet. He always walked around like that at home. And sometimes the studio. Couldn’t stand socks or footwear in general, which, for some strange reason, I found cute as fuck.
Listen to yourself.
Iain Holloway was gorgeous any time of the day, but I liked him like this, disheveled and relaxed. Then I noted the half-empty liquor bottle in his hand and remembered the guys he was dancing with at the club. They were probably in his bed right this moment.
I shook my head at my stupid thoughts. “What do you want, Iain? It’s almost three in the morning.”
“I can’t sleep,” he muttered.
“Go snuggle up to your fuck friends,” I snapped and slammed the door in his face.
I turned on my heel, but Iain banged on the door again. But this time, harder and louder.
“Keep it down; we’re in a hotel with other people around,” I hissed as I threw open the door again.
“For your information, I didn’t c-come back here with anyone,” Iain declared, waving the bottle in the air. “Well, I did but I told him to leave.”
“What?”
“But I f-fucking should have let him stay. But of course, I c-couldn’t. And it’s all your fault!”
“What are you talking about, and what’s the point of this conversation?”
“You! I’m talking about y-you. Always you. Messing with my goddamn head,” he bellowed and pushed his way past me into my room. “And I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”
“Just come on in for starters.”
Iain ignored my sarcasm and began to pace, unsteady on his feet.
“I d-don’t know what I’m doing,” he confessed.
“Iain—”
“I’m so fucking frustrated, I could?—”
“Stop,” I demanded.
