Page 28 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

"Huh?" He looks at me, adorably confused, his dark eyebrows scrunching together. "Is it?"

"Oh, absolutely." I nod lazily. "Has no one ever told you that?"

"I guess it makes sense." His face suddenly lights up and I’m not sure I like that glint in his eyes. "And you're all hoarse this morning."

My eyes widen. "Shit." I groan, realizing he's right. It's like I'm a walking advertisement in blinking neon colors that saysshe had sex.

Well fuck.

I mean, it was worth it, though. And now it’s time to face reality once again. So I get up, groaning as every movement shoots more stinging pain through my muscles.

"I need to go.” From the corner of my eye, I see him watching me. “Thanks for last night. It was great."

I let the covers fall off my body as I stand up, feeling his heated stare on my skin as I walk to the other side of the room, where my clothes are scattered on the ground, and I might have a little extra swing in my hips.

And maybe I pop my butt out a little more than I need to and wiggle it when I lean down to slip into my panties and jeans.

"You know, wecoulddo this again," Tanner mentions casually, sitting up to lean his back against the headrest of the bed, clearly enjoying the show and not doing much to hide how turned on he is. For a moment, my eyes are caught on his cock, already hard and begging for me to say yes.

"No." I quickly shake my head, seeing his face fall. "As great as it was," I quickly clarify, the crestfallen look softening as soon as the words leave my mouth, "I told you. I'm a one-night kind of gal."

His eyebrow wanders up when I shoot him a wink.

"More than one night, and I’ll want more than sex out of this, Mister Playboy." I pull my sweatshirt over my head and watch him through the mirror as I make an attempt to fix my hair with my hands.

Then I smirk as I walk over to his side of the bed. "But I'm going to have some great times with those memories. So thank you."

And with that, I press my lips to his cheek, evading his hand that reaches out for me.

But he quickly tangles his fingers in my hair, keeping my head where it is as he presses his lips against mine and I find myself closing my eyes, savoring this one last taste of him.

"So will I," he whispers against my lips before letting me go. “See you around, Summer.”

“See you around.” I grin and check one more time that I have all of my stuff before making my way to the door. Then I stop just before slipping out of his room.

"Do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Please don't tell Luca." He looks at me quizzically and I shrug. “Please?” Not that I’m ashamed of having sex, but I don’t want Luca to worry—he’s very much the relationship kind of guy and while he tries to not be judgy about my one night stands, he’s not very successful. I can see it, right in his face. So I’d rather he not know and try to lecture me.

"Alright." He nods and my shoulders sag in relief.

"Thank you, Tanner." I feel his eyes on me until the door clicks shut and hurry to the elevator with quick steps.

Oh man. What have I gotten myself into?

"I feel tension," Lily says with a sing-song voice as she scoots into the seat next to me on the bus.

Mom convinced me to come along on a day trip to Haarlem. Apparently, our hotel offers a day trip bus ride there, and she jumped at the chance to go. So did Luca and Millie, Lily obviously, and the Walker brothers, as well as some other guests from the hotel. Only our dads, Kayla and Asher are staying in Amsterdam.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I whisper back, looking at her with eyes as wide and innocent as I can muster.

"You're lying," she sing-songs right back and nudges me with her elbow and when I glance at her, she's wiggling her eyebrows at me. "Don't worry. I won't tell on you."

"There's nothing to tell," I hiss, but even to myself, I don't sound very convincing.

But she’s right. Of course, there's tension here.

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