Page 49 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
“I’m not telling.” He stood up and turned, crossing his arms and pretending to look at the wall.
“You don’t really know.” This childish banter was officially too much.
“I do, too.”
“Don’t be a baby and tell me!.” She realized the pout on her own face was just as immature as the whole situation.
Suddenly Cayden swooped down into her face again. “You called me beautiful.”
Her jaw dropped. “I did not.”
“Did, too.”
She couldn’t contain herself any more. “It’s not a feminine word! It just means something is—”
Cayden held a finger to her lips. “You don’t have to defend yourself. I mean, I consider it a compliment.” Standing up straight again, he took a few steps toward the bathroom with a ladylike swing of his hips.
Lillian just groaned and pulled the blanket over her head, curling up into a ball.
“Hey,” she heard him call, his voice muffled through the thick comforter. A weight pressed on the bed next to her. “Where are you?”
“I’m hiding,” she replied.
“Do you know where my phone is? I need to call my mother and tell her what a good job she did giving me these eyeballs.”
“Cayden!” Lillian shrieked, more humiliated than ever. She burst out of the blanket and pulled him onto the mattress, flattening him with a pillow on his chest. “Stop embarrassing me!”
“Don’t blame me. You’re the one letting yourself feel embarrassed,” he argued jokingly, shaking one finger at her, but she smacked his hand and he finally lay still.
“I’m only—” she started, but noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Like time had frozen for a couple of seconds, she slowly turned her head and skimmed her eyes down Cayden’s toned body until they reached the part where his towel used to be fastened. His skin that was covered only moments ago was now entirely exposed, except for the corner of the towel covering half of his thigh.
“Uh...” she tried again, seeing the unreadable expression on his face. “Your, um...”
He looked both pleased and equally embarrassed, but the smirk that surfaced made it clear which feeling he decided to run with. “Oops, it slipped.”
“Do you want to fix it?” she asked slowly, trying to channel her adrenaline into something sexy rather than anxious.
“I don’t really feel like it,” he answered in a deep voice that sent chills down her arms, “but you can if you want.”
In her head she did a little victory dance, but kept her cool on the outside. As she debated whether it was a good idea to do this, she wondered what time it was. Today was her last day with Katharina and she had to make it good.
Poking her hip out to make a curve as she tapped her phone to check the time, she could feel Cayden’s eyes boring a hole into her shape. “What are you looking at, mister?” she teased, leaning over a little more to see the screen clearly. To her dismay, it was less than an hour before she needed to call a car and head over to Katharina’s.
This might be my last chance to be with him, she realized sadly. Realistically, she knew that never seeing him again would be highly unlikely, but being around him so much the past couple of days had made her aware of how much she really was attracted to him.
I miss you, she thought, wishing he could hear her. She knew their time today was limited, and tomorrow morning she would fly back home and be separated from him again. She had to make this morning good, but she needed to get ready.
“What do you say,” she purred, trying hard to be at least a fraction as sexy as Katharina was every moment of every day, “we continue this later?” She walked her two fingers up his thigh and pulled the corner of his towel down over his groin.
Cayden groaned; she noted a small pulsing from beneath his towel. “If I can’t do that smile, you can’t do this.”
“Good. Now we’re even.” She poked the tip of his nose and scooted off the bed, standing by his legs. “Do you have anything to do this morning?”
He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down the length of his body at her there in her bra. “Nice pajamas.”
“Huh?” Lillian looked down to see that she was wearing his boxers. “Oh. You might need these.”
“Maybe.” He winked. “So, about later.”
