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Jake
I don’t rememberthe last time I didn’t wake up to an alarm. Though, I must say, waking up to Whitley rubbing her ass against my dick is the best wake-up call I’ve ever gotten.
“Good morning, cowboy,” she says, her voice raspy and barely awake. I bring her in closer to me, wondering when she scooted away from my embrace.
Yes, I’m the guy who likes to cuddle when he sleeps. If Knox or Trent ever find out about this, I’ll never live it down. Officer Sexy is bad enough. I have a feeling my house would be filled with stuffed animals if this knowledge ever made it to them.
But you go to sleep naked next to a woman like Whitley and tell me you wouldn’t try to keep her as close as possible. Holding her in my arms last night after we drifted off after a second round is a feeling I’ve never felt before. Though at the time, I chalked some of that up to the remaining booze and adrenaline of the night.
But now, lying here, in the Nashville morning light, I’m getting the same feeling. And I have no idea what to make of it.
I’ve had girlfriends, though none have ever been serious. I never thought about staying in bed with them all day, just so I could hold them for five more minutes.
I place my lips on the back of her neck, loving the way it physically sends shivers down her whole body. “Good morning, sweetness.”
Neither of us says anything for a minute, and I know for me, I’m trying my all not to think about what happens when we leave this bed. Right now, we’re in a bubble. Nothing can touch us. The outside world, specifically the distance between us, doesn’t exist.
Right now, we’re just two people lying naked together in bed. But as soon as one of us moves, the spell will be broken.
“I don’t want to move,” she says in almost a whisper.
“I feel the same way.”
“Do we have to?”
I laugh, loving that our minds are thinking the same thing. “I guess it depends on how long you have this room for. Though that can be fixed with one phone call to the front desk.”
She turns over to face me, and I adjust my arms so I don’t have to let go of her. “I hate that I have to go back to Birmingham today.”
She doesn’t make eye contact with me when she says it. But I can hear the sadness in her voice, and it just about guts me. Nope, that will not do.
“Come here,” I say, grabbing her by the hips and picking her up so she’s now straddling me.
“What are you doing?” she says, her voice already lighter.
“There will be no sadness here,” I say, lacing her fingers through mine. “There’s no reason to be.”
“But there is.” She starts tracing my chest with her fingers. Damn, that feels good. “You… me… and… Last night was…”
“Awesome? Fantastic? Five stars, would recommend doing again?”
This makes her smile. “I was thinking more like amazing.”
“I’m good with amazing.”
“That’s the problem. It was amazing, which makes me sad that we had this great night and now… now we have to say goodbye.”
The sound of that silence is the bubble bursting.
I want to tell her that it doesn’t have to be goodbye. Birmingham is only two hours from Rolling Hills. We could see each other. Maybe I’d come down on weekends, or she could come to see me.
But does she want that? If she’s already thinking that this is it, I doubt she’d want to try a long-distance thing. Especially with a man she’s known less than a day. She was direct with me last night. If she wants this, she’ll say so, right?
Then there are the obvious differences between us. I’m a cop in a three-stoplight town. She’s a city girl who has probably never heard of Rolling Hills. No. This needs to end on a good note. For both of us. I don’t want to remember the sadness in her voice right now. I want to remember the smile that made me stop dead in my tracks.
“I don’t like goodbyes. Or sad things,” I begin, sitting up with her still straddling me. If this is going to be the last time I get to hold her, I need to feel as much of her against me as possible. “We are going to remember this night for what it was. A crazy night that led to two people sharing something neither of us will forget. A night where two people laughed and had fun and made a memory that will be hard to ever replace. How can that be sad?”
