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Burying my face into his chest, I audibly sigh, because I know what he means. I barely go a second without thinking of him, and we hardly know each other.What is this?
After making our way to the parking lot, we drive back separately to the hotel, but Wes waits beside his car to walk me to my door. This time, instead of taking a step back, he takes my hand in his and moves toward me, pressing his lips to my knuckles.
Without permission, a smile lights up my face as I shake my head. This guy is smooth, that’s for sure.Please, let this be real.
Pulling me closer, he drops his forehead to mine and releases a deep breath. “I know I said I’d let you steer this ship, but now that I’ve tasted your lips again, I’m not sure I can go back. Please, tell me I can kiss you again, and then keep kissing you whenever I get the urge?”
My smile morphs into a smirk. “Is that likely to be often?”
“Most definitely.” He grins with a nod, standing motionless until I say…
“Permission granted.”
After rushing out “Thank fuck,” Wes palms my neck and tilts my face up toward him, molding his mouth to mine. The kiss is soft and unhurried, like he’s trying to explore every part of me. It’s a kiss that packs emotion and has my heart pounding in my chest, begging for release. Begging me to finally give it a chance to roam.To trust there are good guys out there.Because with Wes, I want to believe in that.
When we’re once again breathless, he moves away, and I feel the loss everywhere. He smiles shyly before taking another step back, and then another, until he’s out of arm’s reach. “I’m going to go. But I’d love to see you tomorrow. If you’re free.”
My hand comes up to my lips, and I nod before reaching behind me to open the door.
Wes smiles in acknowledgement and waits for me to step inside, before turning and jogging down the hall as I shut the door behind me.
I still feel a tingle on my lips long after he’s gone, and my mind buzzes with what that means. Can I truly move on from everything and put my faith in Wes? Something tells me I can.
Chapter Six
Wes
Herwallsarecomingdown. Right before my eyes, I can see the girl from the beach coming back to me. I say that like I know her well, but in all honesty, it feels like I do.
The girl I met on the beach appeared confident and carefree, and while Lucy definitely has those traits at times, she also comes across more guarded and protective of herself than she was back then. Not that that’s a bad thing; it’s just different from what I remember.
It also has my mind working overtime to figure out if I just got a different version of Lucy that day, or if something happened between then and now to affect her. Either way, she’s opening back up, and it’s beautiful to see.
For the past twenty-four hours, I’ve kept up my promise to kiss her often. At least, as often as I can around both our commitments. And she lets me, every chance we get. When she’s with me, I don’t question what I’m doing because it feels right, but when we’re apart, it’s hard to forget the simple fact that she’s going home in two days, and I don’t even know where her home is.
When the afternoon rolls around the next day, I check my watch for the millionth time and groan when I see Lucy still has two hours left of her conference for the day. The thought of keeping myself busy for that long pains me, so when a stupid idea comes to mind, I jump at it, not even bothering to think it through.
Twenty minutes later, I watch sneakily through the window as the young uniform-clad resort employee walks confidently into the conference room. He discreetly hands the presenter a note and then backs away with a smile.
As he exits, I slap a twenty-dollar bill in his hand, along with a signed cap, watching him as he disappears down the hall.
I can’t hear what’s happening inside, but I watch as the presenter reads the note before signaling for Lucy to collect her things and come forward. I know what the note says—I wrote it—so I expect her eyes to dart to the window in five, four, three… Yep, there they are, sooner than I thought. Her brows furrow in question, and when the presenter follows her eye line, I duck out of sight, probably causing more confusion.
Lucy steps outside moments later with her lips pulled into a line. She’s trying to hide a smile, but the corners of her mouth seem to be disobeying her request, lifting up ever so slightly.
At least that’s what I thought was happening. But when her lips lower into a very obvious frown, my chest tightens.
“Is it my dog? Did something happen to Mitzy?” she says in a whisper, causing my heart to pound as I take in her words and expression.Fuck! This backfired. I’d written a note to excuse her from the remainder of her session due to a family issue. She’d told me the last talk of the day didn’t really apply to her anyway. I thought I was being funny.
Lucy eyes me expectantly.
“Ah, fuck… I—” Gripping the back of my neck, I grit my teeth and shrug. I’m about to spew out some epic apology when she bursts out laughing.What?
“Oh, Wes.”
The laughter draws attention, and the presenter turns our way again, causing me to duck for a second time. Of course, Lucy laughs even harder.
“Stop it! You’ll spoil my plan.”
