Page 49 of Inked Obsession

“Oh, yes, because it’s ours. My brothers? They’re just as bad as the Montgomerys.”

“I can’t keep any more secrets. Everyone already knows what happened.”

“Okay. We don’t keep secrets. I also don’t want to just reveal the fact that we slept together while on vacation,” I said quickly. “At least not at a Montgomery family dinner or anything.”

Beckett shuddered. “No, that’s not something we’re going to do. Ever. If the girls ask you?”

“Then I’ll tell them.”

“I’ll tell the guys. We’re going to tell them that we slept together on vacation so there’s no secrets. Then what? Seriously, what happens when we get home?”

I looked at him and swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I want, Beckett. I do know I don’t want it to go back to the way it was. When we were both trying to live in each other’s orbits without actually speaking about anything important. I don’t want to be the person who cries in your lap anymore.”

“I’ll always be there if you need to cry in my lap,” he whispered, and I swallowed hard, tears pricking the backs of my eyes.

“I know that. I totally do. And it should scare me, but it doesn’t. All I know is that I don’t want to lose this friendship. Maybe we should just see what it feels like when we get home.”

He nodded and swallowed hard. “That sounds like a plan. We’ll get home, unpack, let everybody know about our vacation so there’s no secrets—because God forbid we have any more of those—and then we’ll decide what we want and what to do.”

“Maybe the whole vacation haze made things a little easier.”

“There’s nothing easy about what we did last night,” he drolled, and I laughed.

“True. Although some things were a little easier than I thought they would be,” I said with a wink, trying to defuse the situation.

Anxiety filled me, and I wanted to shake, wanted to do something. Still, I tried to smile. Tried to pretend like I wasn’t freaking out inside.

“Okay, so we go to the airport. We go home. And then we regroup.”

“So this might be the last time I ever see you naked?” I said with a tease, wincing.

“I sure as fuck hope not,” he growled and then kissed me again.

The sheet fell, and I groaned. And then Beckett was over me, hovering. His cock was hard, pressed against my belly. I wrapped myself around him.

When my phone rang, he pulled away, both of our chests heaving as we stopped to catch our breath.

“I sure as hell hope not,” I repeated his words. I reached over and looked at the phone. “It’s Annabelle.”

“You should answer. I should get back to my room and pack.”

Something twisted inside me. Why did this feel like an ending? Though perhaps it should be. “We’re on different flights home,” I reminded him.

“We can still go to the airport together.”

And then we’d figure things out.

He left after I watched him dress. I waited to call Annabelle back.

Instead, I quickly texted her that I called her right back, checked into my flight, and swallowed hard again.

Had I made a mistake? I didn’t want to lose my friend. Something had happened last night. Something more than the sex. I wasn’t the same person I was when I started this trip.

I wasn’t even the same person I had been when I woke up. Change sure happened fast when you weren’t expecting it. I looked down at my phone. I knew I needed to pack, but I let the tears fall instead. I wasn’t upset. This emotion wasn’t for what’d happened the night before.

It wasn’t about Beckett at all. It was about me. Because things had changed. And somehow, I needed to catch up. I would.

I needed to breathe. And then I would find out who I needed to be. And if this was a moment in time that would never be repeated, I would have to be okay with that. I would have to hope that I hadn’t lied to Beckett.

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