Page 86 of The Bad Wedding Date

We screwed slowly in the shower not long after, naked and touching every part of each other we could reach.

We did the same amongst the soft cotton sheets of a bed big enough for us to roll around in for hours, barely coming up for air.

And sometime around dawn, I fell asleep to the sight of the London sun rising in the sky, while Fraser pressed his chest to my back and curled his arm around my waist, not needing to say a word, because his actions were showing me all that needed to be said.

We were definitely in trouble. The good kind. The kind you didn’t run from.

At least not until you regained feeling in your legs… and I wasn’t sure how long that would be for me after the night I’d just had.

28

Fraser

The sun fell across the bed, the only reason I stirred being my body pressed against Charlotte’s, making me too hot. When I opened my eyes to see she’d kicked the covers down, I took a moment to watch the rays of light settle across her smooth, ivory skin. I breathed her in, almost afraid to move for fear of this moment being over—a moment I wasn’t sure would happen again once the cold light of day and the romanticism of the night were stripped away.

Every line I’d ever drawn had already been crossed. Every boundary I’d ever made had been breached. Every rule I’d ever created for the good of what I did had been broken. The debate on right or wrong had been taken away from me the moment she looked into my eyes and begged me to fuck her.

I’d never get that memory out of my mind.

Charlotte stirred, not giving me time to dwell. She inhaled deep and slow in my arms before she let out a low moan of morning appreciation that had everything stirring inside me waking up alongside her.

“What time is it?” she asked, her voice groggy from sleep.

“Sometime in the afternoon.”

She groaned. “We wasted a day?”

“Opinions vary on that.”

She turned in my grip until she was lying on her back, facing me with a lazy smile. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“You’re one of those annoyingly handsome people when you wake up, aren’t you?”

I smirked. “Well, I do live for the sole aim of annoying you.”

“Then, you must be incredibly proud of all that you’ve achieved.” Charlotte stared into my eyes. I wasn’t sure what she was searching for, but I hoped she found it. “This isn’t who I usually am, you know; the girl who throws herself into bed with a hot guy the first chance she gets.”

“I know that.”

“I like a man to take me on a date before I sleep with him, at least.”

“We had a date.”

“Arealone.”

“Right.”

“Do you think that might happen? In the future?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I wouldn’t say no.” Her smile grew. I’d never known a simple smile could have such power. Never known the way the strength within me could turn to mush, removing every moral or code I’d ever had so long as it meant lying beside her.

I ran a finger down her cheek and neck, trailing it between the valley of her breasts and watching my touch bring goosebumps to life on her skin as it circled her stomach. “Don’t go falling in love with me, Charlotte. I’m kind of an arsehole.” I smirked.

She laughed softly, her eyes on the ceiling now. “No, you’re not. And don’t worry; I know love doesn’t exist. It’s just a word for a feeling we can’t describe. A want. A desire. Love is nothing more than a business transaction.”

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