Page 27 of Too Good to be True

"It's three in the afternoon. You were supposed to be in my room for your final fitting half an hour ago."

Bridezilla has arrived.

"Sorry. I overslept."

"Overslept? It's the middle of the day!"

"I'll be there in a few."

"Hurry the fuck up!"

Before I can utter another word, the line goes dead.

"Shit. I'm late," I say to Tim, holding the sheet in front of me.

"Wedding stuff?"

I nod.

"It’s fine," he smiles, and everything inside me feels warm and gooey. "I have calls I have to make."

I hesitate. I know that I should get up and hop in the shower, but I don't want to. Mostly because I don't know what comes next. I want to freeze time and stay in bed with Tim. I don't care about Francesca’s tirade or the fact that she's going to bitch me out for the next hour. I'll take that any day if the tradeoff is lying in bed naked with Tim.

Even though I don't move, he does. He gets up and pulls his clothes on. I'm waiting for a cue, for a signal from him, for some idea of how I should act. He's not looking at me. The man who couldn't keep his eyes off me last night won't even spare a glance in my direction.

"Tim?"

There's a look on his face; it's twisting my heart. He looks worried. Until his eyes meet mine. Once again, I see warmth in them, a slow-burning fire that grows as he looks at me.

"Can I see you tonight?" he asks.

I shake my head. "I have the rehearsal dinner, and I'm not sure what time that will end."

"Can't I come as your date?"

"My date?"

"Unless you have a problem with that."

"No. Not at all, just, are you sure you want to do that?"

He sits on the bed and reaches his hand around the back of my neck. He leans his forehead against mine, reigniting the intimacy between us.

"I want to see you again. I'm not ready to watch you walk away."

"Technically, since you're the one leaving my room, you're walking away."

"Very funny, wise ass." He nips at my lip. "Whether you like it or not, I'm going to that dinner. I'm just asking if you want me to come as your date."

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"I'd love that."

"Good. I'll see you there."

He leans in for a kiss. A long, simmering kiss. His thumbs brush across and tease my sensitive nipples as his tongue plunges in and out of my mouth, stroking mine slow and strong.

I can hardly breathe when he pulls away. "Thought I'd start something you'd want to finish later." He kisses me on the nose and heads out the door.

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