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We fall back into silence, but one question niggles in my mind.

‘What happens now?’ I whisper, though I don’t want to know the answer.

Because no matter how my heart feels, whatever happens between us can only ever be temporary. His entire life is in China and as soon as he’s given the greenlight, he’ll be flying straight back over.

And then I’ll never see him again.

‘Well,’ he lays a tender kiss on my lips, ‘I don’t think I’ll be sleeping on that shitty couch anymore.’

He’s right about that.

We may not know what will happen tomorrow, but it’s safe to say that Noah’s nights sleeping on the sofa are over.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Noah

I wake the next morning aching all over. But for the first time in weeks, it’s not because of an old rusty spring stabbing me in the ribs, or the fact that the couch is at least two feet smaller than I am.

Nope.

It’s because of all the sexcapades I got up to last night - and earlier this morning - with the beautiful woman currently asleep and drooling on my shoulder.

Why we haven’t been doing this since the first goddamn day, when we ran into each other naked, is beyond me. We should have just stayed naked and never got dressed.

It turns out that once with Honey was nowhere near enough for one night. So, we did it again. And again. And again. It appears that I’ve developed an acute addiction to her pussy.

My cock tents in the bedsheet at the memories of last night. I had her in every position known to man, cowgirl, doggy, the tornado, whatever the hell that is. You name it, we did it.

Beside me, Honey sighs and nuzzles my neck. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth while she sleeps and I resist the urge to pat myself on the back for rocking her world so good that she’s dreamt about it all night.

Best. Night. Ever.

Finally, I understand what it means to be in seventh heaven, because last night I went to them all. Heck, I went to the eighth heaven and back again.

But the best part of it all? Falling asleep to the sound of Honey’s gentle sighs and the feeling of her warm body tucked into my side. It’s such a foreign thing to me, sleeping beside a woman, and yet with Honey it feels as if I’ve been doing it for years.

I’ve never made a habit of one-night stands, have never been one to fuck simply for the sake of fucking, but my life in China doesn’t leave much room for relationships, and sometimes a person just needs to have sex. Like an itch that needs scratching.

So, on those nights, I’m a get in, get out kind of man.

But not today.

Not with Honey.

She is so much more than just sex. She’s so much more than just someone to scratch an itch.

Fuck, she’severything.

And the idea of never seeing her again makes my heart ache in a way that has me doubting whether I want to go back to China at all. I could use the menu I’ve been spending the last few months curating for myself, set up my own restaurant in the city, find a place to live that’s close to Honey, or even a placewithHoney. And who could stop me?

Money. That’s who.

I don’t have any fucking money to start my own restaurant. And it’s not as if there’s going to be a demand for chefs when all this pandemic stuff is over. So many businesses have had to close as a result that, if anything, it’ll be the utter opposite.

So, I don’t have a choice.

Any minute now, flights could reopen and as soon as they do, I’ll be going straight back to China.

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