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“Tonight?” she asks as I’m stepping in the water. “You’re already planning a tonight? And begging?” She scoffs, but her expression is playful. “Someone’s feeling themselves this morning.”

She pins her hair up and joins me in the shower, grabbing her body wash before I’ve gotten fully wet.

“You’ll see,” I say, grinning at her as I lather my hair.

Her eyes wander over my body, glazed when they meet mine again.

We wash quickly and rinse, a thrum of heat still stirring between us. When we get out, I hand her a towel and dry off with my own, wrapping it around my waist when I’m done. She puts on her bra and panties, a cute pink matching getup with flowers all over that I like a lot. Not as much as seeing her naked, but a helluva lot.

While I get my clothes on, she expertly applies makeup. She doesn’t need it, but damn, everything she does looks beautiful. I watch her from the doorway, enjoying every second. When her hair is the way she wants it, she hustles by me and I make it as difficult as possible just to feel her against me again.

“You’re impossible,” she says, squeezing past me.

“Irresistible, you mean.”

A laugh bursts out of her, but she tries to play it off as she steps into her dress. And then, “Okay, that too.”

I grin. “You’re the irresistible one.” I put my hands on her waist and kiss her cheek.

She waves her hand in front of her face when I pull back. “I need a fan to carry around and cool off when you’re in the vicinity.”

I slide my hands down to her ass, already established as one of my most favorite places, and squeeze. “I like keeping you warmed up.”

She pretends to be annoyed, but her smirk says otherwise.

“We’ve gotta go, but…” She puts her hand on my chest. “All fun and play aside…I’m not sure if I’m ready for Dakota to know we’re…whatever we’re…doing,” she finishes awkwardly.

I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay?” she echoes, her surprise evident.

“Yeah. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. There are options too though.”

“Like what?”

“Like, what time does she go to bed and get up?”

She laughs and drags me toward the door, and we walk down the hall toward the elevator. “Eight and six thirty.”

“You okay with me showing up at eight thirty? I have to be at work by seven in the morning, so I can leave by five thirty just to be on the safe side.”

“You’d do that?” she asks.

“For as long as you want, absolutely.”

We step into the elevator and she’s quiet. I can’t fully read this expression on her face now and it’s starting to make me nervous, but then she looks at me as the elevator dings and gets off, singing the lyrics to “Dance the Night” by Dua Lipa.

And you better believe I follow.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE

RUNAWAY HEART

MARLOW

Wyatt was right.

They knew the second they saw our faces.

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