Page 43 of Come Apart
"You did it," I murmur, pulling her into my arms in the sanctuary of the closed room.
She leans against me, sighing out a breath, her shoulders finally dropping.
"Yeah. But..."
"But what?" I urge, rubbing her back.
She peeks up at me.
"Now I'm worried about what the reviews are going to say."
I shake my head.
Time to get her mind off of all this.
There's too much that could bring her down and she's already drained from the socializing at the party.
"Why don't you take a break from thinking about the show," I suggest, turning her towards the bed. "The show was good—everyone really enjoyed it. That's enough for tonight."
She raises her brows as I push her gently onto the mattress.
"I think you might have an ulterior motive," she accuses, smiling while she rubs her hands down my arms.
"Me?" I ask innocently, nudging her thighs apart with mine. "I don't know what could possibly give you that idea..."
I lean down to settle my mouth onto hers.
And pull the front zipper of her dress down to split the fabric, exposing her ridiculously perfect tits to my eager hands.
Fuck,yes.
It doesn't take too much convincing to get her mind off the show.
* * *
An odd buzzinghas me opening my eyes.
I'm wrapped around a naked Alyssa in bed.
This better be good.
Blearily, I reach out for my phone, blinking a few times before I can focus on the screen.
It's a text.
My heart skips a beat before I even read it.
It's from Sam.
Room 203.
It's still early. The sun is far from being up.
But I'm suddenly sharp and alert.
Samantha is ready to see me.
I look over at Alyssa's sleeping form.
