Page 26 of Not My Love Story

He could feel the heat of her at his back, even with the carefully placed distance between them. He wanted to turn, reach out, trace the curve of her cheek, her lips, with his hands, then his tongue.

It would be so easy to follow through, pull her close. Taste the subtle sweetness of her neck, the very thing that had been distracting him for days.

In the end, it was the sound of her steady breathing that sent him to sleep. The lingering scent of jasmine, the mint from her toothpaste.

The memory of her in his arms.

* * *

When Harrison woke, it was to a warm body in his arms and his nose buried in a familiar scent. Soft, silky. Sweet. He pulled it closer, eyes still closed, taking a deep breath.

The body he held hummed sleepily, shifting until it was rubbing deliciously against his dick. He pressed into it, the friction making him harder, until he heard a familiar sigh. Instantly aware, he froze — now fully awake — remembering who he’d slept next to.

Who he’d been cuddling.

Shit.

He should have known he couldn’t trust his dick. Give it an inch and it would take seven more.

God, he wanted her. How perfectly they fit together. The breathy sounds she made when he was inside her. The way she smelled, warm and fragrant and real.

But after last time, he’d promised himself he’d back off. Being with Hayley was so much more than sex. It was the way her smile spread across her face, how she lit up while she worked, the triumph in her eyes when she came up with a line that was particularly perfect.

The secret little pat on the back she sometimes gave herself when she solved a problem and thought no one was looking.

How easy-going she could be, casually changing course when he suggested altering something, as long as it benefited the script.

Whereas the last thing he felt right now was casual. About any of it.

Slowly, he eased off, a difficult task since Hayley sleepily followed him. It was more than he could stand, his dick so freaking hard he was worried if he fell the wrong way out of bed, he would break the damn thing. Which it honestly deserved since it had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

Eventually, he was free, already on his way to the bathroom as Hayley’s alarm went off. He locked the door and glared at himself in the mirror.

The first chance he got, he was going to find that damn manager and get her room back.

Because he wasn’t sure he — or his dick — could handle another night in that bed with her.

* * *

He spent breakfast waiting for Hayley to bring up that morning, but she never did, forcing Harrison to accept that he was the only one affected.

Although there had been a few moments where he’d hoped otherwise.

Loitering at the breakfast buffet, he messaged Emilia.

H: Think I’ve made a huge mistake.

She called immediately.

“Please tell me you’re being your usual level of dramatic and don’t need a lawyer. I need to know how nice I have to be to you.”

“I can’t do it.”

It had been on his mind since yesterday, especially as Hayley’s mood turned. He’d been dragging them down since the beginning. Maybe leaving would be best for both of them.

Surely the studio would understand. And he could use the extra time to ask himself some hard questions.

“Do you think I write movies that make people cry in the shower?”

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