Page 60 of You, Me, and Forever

Twice.

And a guttural sound left his throat.

My name a desperate plea on his lips.

We rode out every last bit of pleasure, his arms wrapped around me, keeping me close.

I buried my face in his neck as he fell back against the mattress, taking me with him.

Our breaths the only audible sound in the room.

When our breathing finally slowed, the room grew quiet.

He pushed the hair back from my face as I looked at him.

“What was that?” I whispered.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said as he rolled us onto our sides before pulling out and moving to his feet. He walked to the bathroom, and I assumed he was getting rid of the condom.

When he slipped back into bed, he pulled me against him.

I wouldn’t have guessed Myles St. James to be a cuddler.

But this man was full of surprises.

Violet: Your boyfriend doesn’t mess around. They must have 25 guys working at the Seaside Inn again today. This structure will be built before we know it.

Blakely: She’s going to insist he’s not her boyfriend. Three. Two. One.

Me: He’s not my boyfriend.

Me: Jinx.

Blakely: I knew it.

Me: He’s not my boyfriend. He’s leaving in a few weeks. It’s a fling. But might I say, I have been missing out on this whole fling thing. It’s the best relationship I’ve ever had—because it isn’t going anywhere. LOL.

Violet: Oh yes. It’s a fling that you insisted was a one and done in New York. It’s been three weeks since you’ve returned and you’re with the guy every night.

Me: Turns out I like sex with no strings attached. We’ve agreed to hang out until he leaves. That’s it. It’s over. Squashed. Donezo. Nada.

Blakely: And you don’t think that will be tough for you? You spend an awful lot of time together.

Violet: Agreed. You didn’t spend this much time with Phillip the dickhead and you dated him for years.

Me: In an exciting turn of events, I’ve learned that Phillip wasn’t good in the sack. I always thought that I just didn’t like sexall that much. But apparently, I was just with the wrong guy. Apparently, Phillip was the problem.

Violet: Of course he was. And speaking of dickheads ... has Phillip reached out again?

Blakely: The nerve of this guy. He’s engaged, and he’s texting his ex-girlfriend. I wonder what Devil would think of that.

Me: Her name is Angel, and I doubt she’d be happy about it. He hasn’t messaged again, but I didn’t respond to the first two texts that he sent, so maybe he’s realized I don’t want to talk to him.

Violet: Oh my. Look who’s here ...

Me: I guess he walked through the jobsite yesterday at the inn and everyone had to take a break because he just decided to lay down and hang out for 20 minutes. Charlie didn’t know what to do so he had everyone pause until Clifford moseyed on.

Violet: Charlie is so grumpy. He’s always scowling. Obviously he’s hot at the same time. And I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of sexy that he raises a kid on his own.

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