Page 44 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

"Neither can I," he promises, turning his hand around so his palm faces mine. "And we’re not. Let me talk to Millie and Kayla—"

"Oh, hell no." I shut him down quickly, pulling my lip between my teeth. “You're not talking to my bosses about this. If needed, I’ll do that myself. But Adam, I need to be clear: I’ve worked so hard to be where I am. As much as I want you, I can’t jeopardize that.” I take another deep breath, my voice breaking as I continue. “I can’t risk my career for you.”

The words come over my lips like lava, the way I’m swallowing them feeling like glass in my throat.

"So then what are we going to do?" He cocks his eyebrow and squeezes my hand.

I release a shaky breath.

"Let’s keep it a secret," I say and squeeze his hand back. "We’ll take the few days we have left here to see how it goes. Maybe we can’t stand each other by the end of this week anyway, and all this drama will be for nothing."

That makes him chuckle, and it makes the whole cabin shake.

"So, only here for now?" he asks and cocks his eyebrow at me until I give him the slightest nod.

"Only here. A little trial run."

He hums in his throat and leans his head back against the cabin wall.

"I don’t like it," he finally declares, then moves his whole upper body to face me. “But if the alternative is not having you at all, I’m in.”

He takes his hand off my knee to cup my face, his fingers burying into my hair. As he captures my eyes with his, the distance between us slowly disappearing, I melt against his warm palm, waiting for him to close the distance between our lips.

My hands slides up his side, finding his arm and trailing a path, until I lay my fingers upon his wrist by the side of my face. One last time, his eyes jump to mine before mine flutter closed as his breath feathersover my face.

"Been wanting to do this every time I saw you," he mumbles, and I can’t help the soft sigh that falls from my lips.

"I’ve been wanting you to kiss me again, too," I finally admit, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

And then, finally his soft lips capture mine.

The kiss is heat. It’s summer.

It’s a gentle warmth that spreads in my belly, a ray of light that keeps getting bigger and warmer, until it flicks a switch and lights the two of us on fire.

His hand fists my hair, roughly keeping me in place as he demands entrance to my mouth with his tongue.

My hands find his shoulders and wander into his hair, clutching it between my fingers as our breaths mingle and our tongues dance the hottest dance I’ve ever experienced.

He pulls me closer until I need to climb into his lap and straddle him, and once I’m there, I want to touch him, letting my hands wander over his chest, tugging his hair just because I can, feeling his hard muscles on his shoulders, and clutching onto the fabric of his shirt.

And his hands are everywhere.

They trail firm paths over my hips, grazing my breasts, massaging my thighs, and squeezing my ass. I only break the kiss when they start sneaking under the hem of my dress, trying to sneak too high to keep it PG in public.

He groans when I pull away, an adorable pout on his lips as I capture his wrists to keep his hands where they are on my thighs.

"Not here," I scold him playfully and look around the tiny cabin. I haven’t spotted one, but I wouldn’t be surprised if all of them were equipped with cameras.

"Alright, not here," he agrees quickly, but when I climb off his lap, he immediately puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his side. "Oh look, we’re finally at the top," he points out, pointing at the skyline.

His change of demeanor is giving me fucking whiplash, but I can’t help but chuckle, the laughter getting stuck in my throat when I actually follow his gaze.

"Oh God," I say, a hint of pain in my voice as I clutch onto his arm again, noting that this time, he slightly puffs his chest. I’d find it really cute if it weren’t for the height we’re currently at. "This is really damn high."

"It is," he confirms with a chuckle and nod.

Then he captures my chin with his finger and turns my head until I’m looking at him again. Before I can protest, he kisses me again.

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