Page 45 of Until You're Breathless

“But I’ve waited for so long, Jagger.”

“I’ve waited for longer, remember.” I tell her soberly. She looks at me and I can tell that I’ve gone too far. Her face falls. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m being harsh. What happened tonight isn’t your fault, and you did fantastic at the restaurant, but I just don’t want us to fuck anything up.”

“I know.” She murmurs, with her eyes on the carpeted floor, as I push her key card through the reader. “Now, you go on in there to bed, okay? We’ve got a breakfast meeting with Wesley, and you’re going to have one hell of a fucking hangover unless you get some sleep.”

“But I don’t want to be alone.” She whines softly, not annoyingly. “Can you come in with me? Just until I fall asleep? I promise that I’ll behave myself.”

After drawing in a deep breath and releasing it, I relent. “Fine. I’ll make sure that you get into bed and that you’ve got a bucket next to your head, and then I’m going to hit the hay.”

That seems to please her. “Okay.” She stumbles inside, still holding me by the shoulder. I set her heels down on the console table. “My feet are a little sticky.”

“Okay. I’ll get a washcloth.”

I sit her on the bed and go into the washroom. “It’s too hot in here.” She says.

“I’ll adjust the thermostat.” I say as I walk to the other side of the room and turn the knob, making the air conditioning come on instantly.

When I return to the bedroom, there she is.

...completely naked.

...lying on the bed.

...on her back.

...just like she was the last time we made love in a different lifetime.

“Holy...fuck.” I murmur to myself, trying not to look, as I pull the sheets over her body, focusing on her face. Her eyes are closed, her nipples are hard, and so am I. “Jesus Christ.” I breathe.

“Jagger...” She trails off dreamily.

“I’m here.”

“It’s too cold.”

“I can tell.”

“I forgot to bring pajamas.”

“I can tell that, too.”

“I don’t want to be alone. Come to bed with me.”

I chuckle nervously, tone raising an octave. “I really don’t think that that’s a good idea, Bowie. You’re naked.”

“Am I?”

“Yes...yes, you are.”

“Why don’t you get naked and join me.”

“I really don’t think so.”

“You told me you loved me.”

“Yes, and that’s precisely why I’m not going to do that.”

She harrumphs. “You suck.”

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