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CHAPTER 22

“Ihad a great time,” Monica said.

“Me too,” Bridgette replied.

Monica turned around to look at the number on her hotel room for no reason at all.

“So…”

“I want to come in,” Bridgette told her.

Monica met her green eyes and said, “You do, huh?”

“Not for that. I don’t mean because I want to have sex tonight. I do. I would. I mean–” Bridgette stopped herself for a second and then asked, “Do you still have my toothbrush from this morning?”

“Yes,” she replied with a smile.

“I’d like to stay over. Maybe we could watch a movie on that giant flat-screen that’s the size of my living room.”

Monica cupped her cheek and simply said, “I’m not ready to say goodnight, either.”

“I could’ve just said that, huh?” Bridgette seemed to realize, and it was really cute.

“Yes, but I like what youdidsay. It was nice.”

“Can I come in? Can I fall asleep next to you again? If not, it’s okay, but I’m still not ready to say goodnight, so if we could watch a movie or something–”

“You can stay, Bridge. I want you to stay.”

Monica turned and put the key in the door, pushing it open after it beeped and holding it out for Bridgette to walk through.

“You can wear the clothes from last night. They’re folded on the desk where you left them,” she added after she closed the door behind them.

“Okay.”

“I can order something if you’re hungry,” Monica said as she dropped the key onto the desk next to the clothes she’d just mentioned.

“Hungry? No way. I’m still full.”

“Drinks, maybe? They have champagne service.”

“What?” Bridgette laughed as she turned to her. “They havewhat?”

“I knew that would get you.” She walked over to Bridgette and took her hands. “You’re a little nervous right now.”

“So are you,” Bridgette accused.

“I am, yes.” She chuckled. “Tonight was amazing, and all I can think about is that I would love us to…” Her head moved on its own to the bed. “Well, it’s been a long time, and trust me when I say I want to.”

“It’s okay. I get it. We’ll just watch a movie and sleep. I’m good with cuddling, Mon. I love a good cuddle.”

“I know. It’s just that last night, we both knew Aaron would need to go to the airport so we’d have to wake up early to get you out of here before I had to leave with him, and we fell asleep.”

“And tonight, thereisno Aaron or early wake-up call?”

“Just work tomorrow morning,” Monica said.

“Well, I’ll have to wake up early enough to go home and change before I go to the office.”

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