Page 86 of Sweet Escape

So precious.

The bar has been raised to a level I didn’t know existed. Memphis makes me feel things that I probably shouldn’t with a man I’ve known for such a short time.

And it’s not just the sex, even though some of how we flirt and spar and talk certainly plays a part in making the sex so good.

Micah wasn’t joking when he said that when Memphis cares about something, it gets all his attention. Memphis has an attention to detail like no one else.

I’ve felt it in how he talks to me, how he listens to me, the questions he asks, the attention he pays to me when we’re intimate.

It’s intoxicating.

Too intoxicating. I’m a pot on heat, and I’m at risk of boiling over.

This entire vacation was supposed to be a chance for me to get away from the very complicated, very emotional parts of my life. An opportunity to have some fun and let go of the realities I face back home.

Yet somehow, this thing with Memphis is becoming one of those complications.

I turn onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, knowing that’s not entirely true.

Memphis isn’t a complication.

But this thing between us does come with complications.

Added emotions and challenges.

I mean, I’m leaving today. In hours.

I’m supposed to go home. Back to LA. Back to my real life and my big dreams and everything I’ve wanted for my future.

So how do my feelings for Memphis fit into that?

Should they? Should they fit into my future?

Or should I be able to leave this fun fling behind and move on with my life?

Even that prospect makes something roll over in my stomach and heat begin to collect around my neck.

Idon’twant to leave Memphis behind.

Idon’twant this thing between us to be over.

But in the same breath, I do.

Because something tells me that falling for Memphis Hawthorne just might break me.

If I thought what happened with Theo was too much to handle, I can only imagine what heartbreak with Memphis might do to me.

How it might wreck me in ways I can’t even comprehend right now.

Not to mention the complications it could cause with my friendship with Murphy.

It’s infinitely safer to avoid these emotions altogether.

No matter how hard it might be to leave him—leave this—behind.

“You’re really going to leave without saying goodbye?”

I curse under my breath and freeze a second before loading my guitar case into the trunk of my rental.

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