Page 66 of Close Contact
“Do you know what I see when I look at you like this?” I murmured. “I see everything I never thought I could want. A future. A fucking life.” I stopped myself before the rest came out, because it scared the fuck out of me and I wasn’t ready to admitit.You, round and radiant and glowing with my baby inside you.
Her breath stuttered.
“Too much?” I asked, voice raw.
She shook her head slowly, hands reaching for me. I leaned in so she could cup my face, and I let her hold me the way I loved to hold her. “No. Just… real.”
Real. That was what she was, what we were. Real in a way that burned me alive, destroying me from the inside out.
I pressed my forehead to hers. “I don’t want anyone else. Not now. Not ever.”
I kissed her reverently, because loving her like this was holy.
Yet everything I wanted to do with her was sinful.
I sat curledon the corner ofCallum’scouch, a glass of red wine in one hand and my other tucked inside theoversized sleeve of his hoodie. My legs were stretched across his lap, bare and warm from the shower. His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns along my shin, and for once, we weren’t in a rush.
It was… quiet. Not because I could still hear the soft city hum outside the flat, not thewhirrof the dryer still spinning somewhere in the back, not even the gentle chime of our phones from the coffee table.
Just quiet—the kind that came after chaos. After a race. After a fight. After being filled andworshippedin the shower by the man who had every piece of me.
Best shower of my damn life.
Aside from the obvious, I was happy to have rinsed off the sweat, rain, and champagne, with my hair freshly blow-dried and out of those ridiculously tight braids. My muscles were lesstense but no less sore, and part of that was because of the man leisurely sipping wine beside me.
Callumand I leaned over at the same time to pick up our phones when Marco’s name lit up the screens. A group chat. How exciting.
Marco
Okay, kiddos, what’s the move tonight? I’ve got a team of very antsy engineers waiting for the green light to party.
Kimi
They’re going to drink like fish and regret it tomorrow. Classic!
Callum
We can’t deprive them of that experience,Kimi. That’s cruel.
I bit my lip and reached for my camera. I lifted the glass and snapped a picture—just the rim of the wine with the edge ofCallum’sgreycouch, the flooring and the corner of the coffee table. I didn’t even think twice about sending it.
Cheers to terrible decisions.
“Terrible decisions?” Callum murmured, shaking his head.
“You make me do wild, reckless things,CallumFraser.”
He grinned, and just when his hand was sliding a little higher, both our phones pinged with several notifications.
Oh no.
Kimi
That’s not your hotel room…
Marco
WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.
