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Alana
I stare at the ceiling in my hotel room, willing myself to close my eyes and drop off to sleep so I can get the night over with faster.
It’s still early.
I ate dinner and came straight to bed, wanting to get to my date with Finlay tomorrow as quickly as possible.
Sleep, though, isn’t coming.
I probably haven’t used up enough energy.
After our lunch, Finlay dropped me off outside the hotel, and I went to the in-house spa to swim in the pool, thinking it would burn off some energy.
After a few laps didn't take away the buzzing in my blood, I showered and took special care to make sure my body was as spotless and smooth as it could be – even if he’d basically already seen me, I still wanted to make an effort for tomorrow.
I definitely don’t want to be sitting there thinking that I wish I had shaved while he’s making me feel things like he did this morning.
And oh, what he made me feel. I recount the events in my head, my hands straying across my body to try to remember where his hands had been.
It feels like he branded his touch on my skin.
I recall every touch and every flick of his tongue. It was so overwhelming at the moment that I didn’t know how to contain myself.
I could go back there again with my eyes closed, lying on that couch, his head between her legs.
My cheeks burn again just remembering, but at the time, it hadn’t felt embarrassing at all. It felt natural, so right, instinctively trusting him that there was nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be nervous about.
He would look after me.
I grab the hotel pillow and press it against my face, trying to blot out the memory so I can try to get some sleep.
It’s so hot, the memory running through my head, again and again. I’m getting wet just thinking about it, my face heating even though there’s no one here to know I’m having these kinds of thoughts.
What is it going to be like tomorrow?
I can barely contain myself. The excitement is just too much.
Finally, somehow, sleep comes – but only to dream of him, knowing that the morning can’t come soon enough.
* * *
I can barely wait to get down to the lobby.
I set my alarm early enough to get fully ready. I just wish I hadn’t worn my best dress first so that I would still have the option now – but then, Finlay did say to dress warmly.
I pick out another long sweater and a pair of tight jeans to accentuate my curves. I’m usually self-conscious about my curves, but the fact that Finlay seems to appreciate them has me looking into the mirror in a different way.
I rush down to the lobby before they call me, ready to sit and wait for him for hours if needed. But as I reach the bottom of the stairs and emerge into the waiting area, I catch sight of him leaning against the wall in the same style of dark clothing as before.
It seems we both have the same idea about getting started early.
“Alana,” he says, his voice sounding uncharacteristically flustered. “I thought it would take me longer to get here, somehow….”
“I’m glad,” I say, beaming. “I thought I’d come down here early so you wouldn’t have to call up from the desk,” I add.
“Well,” he says, and whatever nerves he felt seem to dissipate in a wide grin to match my own. “Looks like neither of us could wait to get started.”
“I don’t even know what we’re doing today,” I say, then flush at the omission. “I mean, besides the obvious.”
