Page 48 of Unforgettable

I want to slip into old habits so badly and wrap myself around his large, sculpted body and ask him to be mine till I have to leave for Connecticut.

But I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to do something I’ll regret and ruin the time we do have together and the fun we’re having. Or take a million steps backward in the progress I’ve made since leaving Seattle.

I haven’t felt so content in such a long time, and I want to bask in this feeling, and I don’t want to do anything that’ll ruin that.

Still in bed, I grab my phone off the nightstand and see a message waiting for me from Callie.

Callie: Are we still on for this weekend?

Swiping at the screen, I type out my response.

Me: Yes. Can you stay longer?

She responds almost immediately and the back and forth continues.

Callie: Don’t you have to work?

Me: I do, but we can still make it work.

Callie: The owner of the bed and breakfast we’re staying at said she may be able to extend the stay if necessary. If the accommodation works out, then we’ll stay.

Me: I’m sorry you can’t stay with me. Unless you want the three of us to share a bed.

Callie: I’ll pass, thanks. lol.

Me: Okay, message me when you settle in and I’ll come and have dinner with you and plan the weekend.

Callie: Sounds good. Have a good day.

Me: Kiss Poppy for me.

As I contemplate what to do on my day off, there’s a knock on my bedroom door. “Come in,” I call out, knowing it can only be Murph.

He bounces in wearing nothing but boy shorts and a loose crop top that falls off one shoulder. “Guess who has a day off?” he sings whilst jumping into my bed.

“And you don’t have plans?”

“Besides cuddling up beside you?”

Laughing, I make room for him. “Yes. Besides that.”

“Honestly, I’m so freaking tired. I’ve been working myself to the bone.”

“But why? I’ve heard Tanner tell you to take it easy multiple times.”

“I just like to keep busy,” he replies. “Plus, you’re always with Oz.”

I prop myself up on my elbow and look at him. “I am not. I haven’t seen him outside of work since Tuesday.”

The smirk on Murph’s face gives away that he was baiting me. “No need to get touchy,” he says innocently. “I just wanted to get the inside scoop.”

“There is no inside scoop,” I retort defensively.

“Oh, so we’re just going to pretend you came home Sunday night.”

I grab a pillow and smack him in the face with it. “Maybe I liked it more when you were at work.”

“Spill it, Hotcakes. Your face is turning a serious shade of red.”

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