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I drink the juice while he watches me in silence.
“Thank you.” I place the empty glass down.
He lifts his chin in response.
I walk to the bathroom, my heartrate rocketing as I feel his eyes on my back with each step.
I step inside and close the door, heading straight for the sink and squeezing a generous amount of toothpaste onto my toothbrush before brushing my teeth. My makeup is smudged, and my hair needs a brush. But my eyes are surprisingly bright. Maybe because despite last night’s events, I slept really well.
Last night… Ugh.
I unbutton Drew’s shirt, peeling off the cotton that smells of smoked wood and honey, and hang it on the hook before taking off my underwear and having a quick shower. The thought of Drew sitting in my room is enough to make me hurry.
“Let’s have shex.”The memory’s hazy, but it’s still there.
I threw myself at another man on the day I found out my ex-boyfriend is married. And he turned me down.
And not just any man.
I threw myself at Drew Harper.
Embarrassment curls in my gut as I step out and dry off roughly, wrapping the towel around myself and marching out into the bedroom with the sinful smelling shirt in my hand.
“Thank you. I appreciate you being a gentleman.” I hold the shirt out to Drew, who stands from the chair as I stride over. I look to one side, avoiding his eyes as I wait for him to take it. When he doesn’t, I turn my head, my stomach flipping as my eyes lock on to the expanse of taut, tanned skin of his chest.
“What else would I be?” His deep voice floats over me as he takes his shirt from me and slides it on.
“Married,” I mumble.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Henry will be waking up with his wife now. I wonder if he took her out for their anniversary last night. If he woke up and had sex with her this morning. The thought doesn’t hurt. It makes me angry. I was so stupid. What else have I missed?
Drew leaves his shirt hanging open as he studies me. Goosebumps prick over my bare shoulders as I stand wrapped in a towel, inches from him.
“No one’s worth that frown on your face, Sophie.” He reaches up slowly and places two fingers beneath my chin, tilting it up. “You know what I thought when I first met you?”
“That woman’s like Elle Woods.”
He smirks, his eyes glittering. “I thought, wow. That woman’s a force. One who can do anything she wants. You don’t need some prick holding you back. You’re a flame, Ms. Havers.” His smirk softens to a beautiful smile as he looks at my lips. “A bright, burning flame. Beautiful.”
My breath hitches and a bouquet of irises pops into my head.
He thinks I’m a flame.
Flames don’t doubt themselves and their own judgment. Flames glow. Flames ignite. Flames take what they want and don’t apologize. Because it’s their fuel, it makes them brighter.
Right now, Drew’s words and cool blue eyes locked onto mine are making me brighter.
To him, I’m a flame.
Fuck it.
“This time, kiss me back,” I blurt.
Drew’s forehead creases in confusion, but I don’t give him time to ask me what I’m doing. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. Only, unlike last night, this time, I’m not clumsy or fumbling, with alcohol running through my veins. This time, I’m focused and determined, with nothing but liquid fire heating my body, racing through me like a flame on a lit fuse. My heartrate picks up as I kiss him, pressing my toweled body against his. My skin tingles, wetness growing between my legs in response to the deep groan that’s forced from him as he buries his hands in my hair and kisses me back hard. And fuck, can he kiss. He devours me like I’m the only thing that’s ever tasted good to him.
