Page 34 of Wrecked By the Best Man
He’s quiet for a moment, considering. “Weirdly, no. I mean, the way they found out is mortifying, but…” He shrugs. “They were going to find out eventually, right? If we’re planning to make this work after the weekend?”
The tension I didn’t know I was carrying eases from my shoulders. “Right.”
“So,” he says, turning to face me, “we have fifteen minutes before we need to be at breakfast.”
“Fourteen now,” I correct, glancing at the clock.
His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining. “Not enough time to finish what we started.”
“Not nearly enough,” I agree. “But maybe enough for this.” I lean in, capturing his mouth in a kiss that holds all the promise of what’s to come—later today, tomorrow, beyond this weekend.
When we part, his eyes are bright with something that looks like happiness. “We should get dressed.”
“We should,” I agree, making no move to do so.
His smile transforms his face. “Later?”
“Later,” I promise, sealing it with another brief kiss. “We have all the time in the world.”
The End
