Page 37 of Prognosis Temporary

Thankfully the captain’s voice came over the intercom, announcing some mild turbulence which yanked Callie out of the sexual trance. She let go of Sebastian, sat up straight and looked ahead, her cheeks pinking up at her behaviour.

‘Callie?’

‘Shh,’ she said, shutting her eyes. She’d never been more grateful for turbulence in her life. ‘Don’t talk. Just don’t talk.’ She rolled her head to look at him. ‘I need to think.’

And think she did. A lot.

Would having a fling with Sebastian be that bad? She’d had a couple of short-term flings before and had come away unscathed. She’d burnt off some sexual energy just as Sebastian was suggesting and they’d been light and fun and she’d enjoyed them while they’d lasted.

And she was free now to do it again. So why not? Because, a little voice said.

Because.

When the plane landed she still wasn’t any closer to a decision. But as they were walking out the terminal doors towards the car park the sunset was a palette of oranges bleeding into reds.

He held out his hand. ‘Come back to mine?’

Callie hesitated. She looked at his hand then at his face. ‘We always go home to sleep in our own beds.’

He nodded. ‘I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

Drawing in an unsteady breath and with her pulse fluttering madly at her temples, she took his hand.

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