Page 227 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I move slowly, sure that he’s going to realize I’m trying to escape and haul me back into his arms.

But he doesn’t, and a few seconds later, my feet sink into thick, soft carpet.

I glance back before I walk away, and I can’t stop the smile that curls at my lips. He looks too good, sleeping twisted up in my sheets.

Spotting the T-shirt he wore last night, I tug it over my head, inhaling his intoxicating scent as I walk toward the bathroom.

I pee and then stand at the sink to brush my teeth, but the second I look at my reflection, I freeze.

My face is clear.

Not a single scrap of evidence of the makeup I wore last night.

Did he…

I glance back, but I can’t see my bed or Calvin from where I’m standing.

My hand lifts to my lips as I picture him wiping them clean. When I glance at my products lining the counter, I discover some of them are out of order, and when I look in the trash, I find dirty wipes and cotton pads.

My heart tumbles in my chest.

Could this man be any more perfect?

I make quick work of brushing my teeth before padding back toward my bed and slipping beneath the covers.

“You left,” Calvin rasps, his voice rough with sleep.

“You took my makeup off.”

He cracks an eye open and gazes at me.

“You can’t sleep in makeup; it’s bad for your skin,” he tells me with a sleepy, lopsided smile.

“Thank you,” I whisper, snuggling closer.

“Anything for you, darlin’. You’re gonna need to teach me what all those bottles and potions do, though. I was scared to use most of them.”

“You did amazing.”

“Debatable, but I appreciate the sentiment. What time is your flight?”

I close my eyes, my heart sinking again as I think of our impending time apart.

“Two.”

“Hmm…” He groans, rolling on top of me. “Plenty of time for what I have in mind,” he teases before rolling straight off the other side of the bed and walking toward my bathroom, wearing only his tight-fitting boxer briefs. Is there a better sight to behold first thing in the morning?

Yes, actually, there is.

“Lose the boxers, Keller,” I demand. And proving his earlier words to be true, he tucks his thumbs into the waistband and shoves them over his hips, letting me get an uninterrupted shot of his ass before he disappears into my bathroom.

“You know, you’re gonna miss your flight if you don’t go soon,” Calvin tells me as we sit in his car outside departures.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Your family is going to be waiting for you.”

“I know,” I repeat as if it’s the only two words I remember.