Page 79 of Drunk on Love

Lusted after her. She liked the sound of that.

“Plus,” he said, “don’t you want to find out if this is something?” He looked at her for a long moment. “I do.”

She reached for his hand and smiled at him in the way she’d wanted to, but couldn’t, for the past month.

“Yeah,” she said. “I do, too. Tonight?”

He smiled back at her.

“Tonight’s great.”

She pulled him against her body and kissed him, and it was so easy, so perfect, so good. After too short a time, he took a step back.

“I want to stay here all day, but...”

She dropped her hand.

“I know. You have to go.”

He opened the door and took a step outside, before he stopped and turned back around.

“Do you think that maybe now you’ll give me your number?”

She burst out laughing and held out her hand for his phone.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had to work this hard for one woman’s number,” he said as she typed her number in.

Then his eyes skimmed over her, from head to toe, and back up.

“It was all worth it, though.”

She laughed again.

“Save that charm for the guests at the inn today, you’ve already gotten me into bed.”

He grinned at her.

“True. But I hope to do so again. Without as much time in between as last time.”

She laughed again and waved him out the door. When she closed it behind him, she leaned back against the door and smiled.

Fifteen

ALL LUKE WANTED, ALLday Tuesday, was to be with Margot. He felt silly about it—like it was the first time he had sex, and all he wanted was to dothatagain. Ridiculous. He smiled. And yet.

He even texted her as soon as he got to work.

LUKE

Just checking to make sure this is really you

She texted back, but not for thirty agonizing minutes.

MARGOT

Who’s this, again?

You forgot your belt

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