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“As often as we can,” I say.

We fall into a comfortable silence as we continue to eat, and when we’re done, I find myself unable to keep from looking at him.

He catches me, his lips twitching. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

His smile grows and he folds his arms on the table and leans forward. “What are you thinking about?”

My teeth dig into my bottom lip briefly. “Just…you know, wondering what our plans are.”

He inclines his head slightly. “Ah. Well, I thought you wanted to see Vegas? Be a tourist and all that.”

I nod. “Yeah, yeah. I thought that was more of a tomorrow thing.”

Matías grins. “I suppose it can be. It’ll be our free day without any work.” He rests his chin in his hand as he looks at me with amusement. “But what could we do for the rest of today then?”

I shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Don’t know.” My knee brushes against his under the table.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, rubbing his hand over his jaw. He looks away, mulling something over in his head as he chews on his bottom lip. When he turns his attention back to me, he questions, “We’re doing this?” When I don’t reply right away, he continues. “Because I feel like I’m walking on eggshells, waiting for you to change your mind. But if you wanna do this, then I won’t restrain myself from doing and saying the things I want to do. So, one more time, and then I won’t ask again—is this what you want?”

I stare at him and absorb his question. It’s understandable,and I get where he’s coming from. I’ve already made the decision to cheat on my wife. It’s done and can’t be taken back. Sure, I could stop now, confess to my wife and say it was a one-time thing. A mistake never to be repeated, but when I look across the table, I know that’s not true. It will never be a mistake, and it could never be a one-time thing.

I know this is the beginning of something bigger—a life decision that needs to be made. That will come later, but until then…

“Yes. This is what I want.”

He visibly relaxes, and then says, “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

MATÍAS

What tooktwenty minutes to get here feels like an hour on the way back. Almost the entire time, I’m thinking about what I want to do to Adrian. What this means going forward. We’re neighbors. We work together. The amount of time we’ll have with each other is more than I can ask for.

He’s married.

But he doesn’t belong with her.

His phone rings and he takes it from his pocket, sighs, and declines the call. I don’t ask about it. It’s not my business, and I truly don’t want to know if it’s his wife calling him.

When it goes off the second and third time, we’re in our own hotel, traveling up the elevator.

“Did you need to get that?” I ask.

“No,” he says simply, and I accept that.

When we get inside the suite, I say, “Leave the phone in your room and meet me in mine.”

I take some time to freshen up in the bathroom—the Las Vegas sun is unforgiving, and it takes less than a minute tostart sweating when you’re outside. Regardless of what we’re about to do, I’m going to be clean and prepared.

When I come out of the bathroom, I emerge with only a towel around my waist, and find Adrian in new clothes standing in front of my window.

He looks over his shoulder and sees me, eyes taking me in before he swallows. The fresh scent of soap radiates off of him, letting me know he had the same idea. At least we’re still on the same page about something happening between us.

I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t going to ask him if he was sure anymore. From this moment on, I’m going forward with the assumption that he wants this as much as I do.

Strutting forward, I don’t stop until I’m touching him, turning him around and trapping him between the window and my body.

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