I don’t want him to leave because I’m falling for him.
Reno is quiet on the way back to the resort. Uncomfortably quiet.
Since I hate awkward silences, I decide I should babble about soundtracks. “The eighties and nineties had some movies with great music.Breakfast Club.Beverly Hills Cop.”
“Uh-huh,” he mumbles, eyes locked on the dirt road ahead of him.
“Ooh, andPurple Rain. Anything by Prince is supreme. Don’t you think?” I ask and receive the same response.
“What aboutWilly Wonka?” I ask, throwing out a red herring to see if he’s listening.
“Yeah, good,” he replies.
Dammit. My mind spins out of control as I lean back in the seat and stare out the windshield, though I can still see him in my peripheral vision.
Reno is lost in his own little world, and it worries me.Is he regretting having unprotected sex with me?God, that was stupid. There I was, rubbing myself all over his bare dick and telling him I was on birth control.Shit, did he feel like I was pressuring him? What if he didn’t believe me? What if he’s sitting there worried I’m trying to baby trap him?
Though it seemed like he wanted it too. The way he held me, the way he kissed me. Yeah, he was definitely into it.
Another thought hits me, something I’ve been trying to ignore since I blasted him with my truth bomb while I was coming.
I don’t want you to leave on Sunday.
Uggggh! What the holy hell is wrong with me? Why did I feel it necessary to say that while I was coming, even if it was true?
Unable to contain myself for another second, I blurt out, “I really am on birth control, Reno.”
That gets his attention and he finally glances at me, eyebrows pinched together. “Sorry, what?”
“I’m on birth control. I have the implant.” I hold up my left arm. “You can’t really see it, but you can kinda feel it.”
“Okaaay?” he draws out. “Is it hurting or something? They have a medical staff at the resort. I can take you there.”
“It’s not hurting,”I say, frustrated. “I just… you seem really quiet, and I thought maybe you were worried I lied about being on birth control.”
His lips twitch, and he stops the Jeep in the middle of the road before putting it in park and swiveling to face me. He’s smiling, which is… a good sign? Maybe?
Reno takes my hands and kisses the backs of each one. “I’m sorry I got quiet. I tend to do that when I’m trying to work something out. But no, I didn’t think for a second you were lying to me.”
I release a relieved breath. “Okay, I really do have the implant. You can feel it if you want.” I attempt to lift my arm again, but he shakes his head.
“I know, baby. I’ve kissed every inch of your body, and I noticed it was there.” Well. All right then.
“So you’re not mad at me?”
He chuckles. “Not at all. I think you’re the most genuine person I’ve ever met. If you told me the grass is purple, I’d believe you.”
“Is it because I said I didn’t want you to leave?” I ask quietly, not sure if I want to hear his response becauseclingy much?
“That’s what I was thinking about,” he confirms, and my stomach clenches. He glances out the windshield for a moment and then looks back at me. “What if I stay another week?”
The stomach clenching instantly turns into heart pounding, and it takes me a second to respond. “Do you want to stay?”
He nods, his face serious. “I do. I can check with the resort and see if my cottage is booked for those dates.”
“I—wow, okay.”
Reno slides one hand up my arm and drags his knuckles against my cheek. “I’d like more time with you.”
