"Why's that?"
"This means we'll see each other again." He cups my face in his hand and pulls his thumb across my bottom lip. "And when we do. I'll be sure to show you how I balance my life with fun."
*
Ilay in bed with asmile on my face. My lip still tingles where the handsome stranger touched it. Too bad it was only his thumb brushing against my skin and not his mouth. I close my eyes and see his face. I imagine his lips closing in on mine.
I didn't get his name or room number. He made it seem like seeing each other is a done deal, but I have no way of contacting him. I have to rely on him coming after me. I don't have a lot of faith that he will. But if he does, I'm going to make the most of it.
Nestled under the blanket, I pretend I'm tucked into the warmth of his embrace instead of the covers. I'm tempted to let my hands roam over my body while I think of him. Even though I'm alone in my bed, the thought embarrasses me. Instead, I hug a pillow close to my chest as I'm lured into a state of slumber.
I awake with a start. My heart races. My hoo-haa throbs.
I can't remember my dream, not at all, but the pillow isn't anywhere near me. Instead, my hands are on my breasts, and my nipples are hard and tight. I feel dampness between my legs. Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Did I have a girl version of a wet dream?
Chapter 5
The knock on my doorsends my sprinting heart skidding to a stop. I rush to peek through the peephole, hoping it's him. It's not. It’s Francesca.
I can't imagine what she wants from me. She's had me out and about sightseeing all day.
"We can't be here and not check out the city!" She insists.
"Do we have to get started so early? I barely slept."
"Sucks to be you." She pushes past me into the heart of my room, throws open my closet, and rummages through my things.
"What are you doing?" I ask, knowing that trying to stop her is an exercise in futility.
"Looking for something to dress you in."
"I'm capable of dressing myself."
"Where are your sexy clothes? Your come fuck me clothes?"