Page 105 of Mistaken Intention

“Why?”

I turn over onto my front, resting my chin against him, and I smile up into his perfect face. “Because you need some exercise.”

He smiles. “Sex counts as exercise, doesn’t it?”

I feel like it should, after the last five days. My muscles certainly feel as though they’ve been pushed to their limits. “Probably. But we need some fresh air, too.”

“Okay… if you insist.”

I kneel up. “Come on, then.”

He reaches out, tweaking my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “I can’t tempt you to a little indoor exercise before we go?”

“We can do that when we get back.”

“Okay. I’ll hold you to that.”

“Good.”

He grins and gets out of bed, offering me his hand. I crawl over and take it, getting to my feet and he pulls me into his arms, our bodies fused, his erection pressing into me.

“I love you, Josie. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t doubt it. He tells me all the time. “And I love you.”

He smiles, his eyes roaming over my face in that way they sometimes do, like they did after the first time we made love… like I’m new to him, even though I’m not.

It’s a strange sensation, being studied in this way and sometimes, when he does it, I wonder if he’s trying to remember.

Except he has no idea I’m a memory.

Not like he is to me.

When we came back the other day, after we’d made love, Drew went downstairs and fetched my bag, bringing it back up. He took it into his dressing room and made space for my things… a sign, perhaps, that he wanted me to stay. I haven’t used the guest bedroom since, and we both like it that way; sharing our space, along with everything else.

I fetch us both some clothes, bringing them back, and sit on the bed, watching him dress, while I pull on jeans and a t-shirt, neither of us bothering with underwear, although after I’ve dragged my t-shirt over my head, I look up at him and smile.

“Do you think I need to wear a bra?”

He studies me, taking far longer than necessary. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you want this to be a long walk, or a really short one. If you don’t put a bra on, I swear to God, I’m gonna drag you back here within five minutes, and rip your clothes off.”

“And if I do?”

“I might last thirty minutes…” He tilts his head one way and then the other. “Maybe twenty…”

“You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“Yeah… but you love me.”

“I do.” I stand, pulling off my t-shirt again as I walk back into the dressing room. “And I’m gonna find a bra.”

I open the drawer where I put my underwear, pulling out a white lace bra, which I put on, along with my t-shirt, and go back out to find Drew sitting on the bed, fully clothed, his shoes already on his feet.

“You’re keen,” I say.

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