Page 79 of The Great Dating Fake Off
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sebastian
That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
Yes, I knew I wanted Nora. From pretty much the second I laid eyes on her at the bookstore.
But I didn’t expect to want her like that, damn near feral and greedy and completely out of my head with it.
I toss her my softest white T-shirt. It matches the boxers I’m wearing right down to the brand label. “Your romper and everything else are hanging to dry in the bathroom. You do not need to put on wet, cold clothes.”
“Thanks. I love that the word romper is now in your vocabulary.” She slips on the shirt and pulls her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll give them time to dry and then I’ll sneak back to my room.”
“We’ve still got a few hours before anyone is awake. We can watch a movie.”
She lies on her side, watching me as I close the blinds. Her laugh floats across the room. “In case anyone from this wedding is planning to fly a drone or scale the walls in the middle of the rainy night, we’re safe.”
She looks freshly fucked and highly cute sprawled out in my clothes with her hair ruffled. “Exactly.”
I yawn as I slide under the blanket beside her.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t go?” she offers, moving the hair off my forehead. The gentle touch sends a shiver through my scalp. “You’re tired.”
“Not tired at all.” And more to the point, I don’t want her to go.
“Liar.”
“The TV will keep us awake,” I say.
“The TV is how I fall asleep at home,” she counters. “I put on The Weather Channel. It soothes me.”
My laugh scrapes out.
She pinches my chin and tilts my face her way. “What?”
“Oh, nothing. Just didn’t realize you were a suburban father planning your morning commute.”
Her eye roll is one for the books. “I think you have it on good authority that I’m nobody’s father.”
“Or are you every Floridian the week leading up to a hurricane?” I drag her body over the top of mine like a blanket. She’s warm and inviting as her chin rests on my sternum. “Wait, I know. You have a weatherman fetish. Oh, Nor, you have a thing for Jim Cantore, don’t you? Damn. Well, I’ve never role-played before, but I’m down to try anything once.”
She laughs. “You must be stopped.”
My gaze drops to her mouth. “Make me stop.”
She plants one kiss on my lips. Her head falls back to my chest. “It must be tiring being so funny.”
“Exhausting.”I stroke her hair as the sounds of the rain lulls me into a hypnotic trance. Ifeel her heartbeat against my own. Her breathing slows as my eyes drift shut.
You’re beautiful.
I don’t know if I say it out loud, if I’m awake or asleep.But I hope she feels it.
…
The clock on my end table blinks 3:59. It’s almost pitch black in here.
Nora and I haven’t moved at all, our bodies sweaty and pressed together. My AC unit isn’t making noise, but I’d rather hack off a finger than get out of bed when she is sleeping on top of me.I want her right here.
