Page 188 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

I knew this wasn’t going to cut it.

A stark reminder that we weren’t in our west coast beach town that never saw cool weather. Ever.

I snuck back into the hotel room and grabbed a blanket.

Now that felt like heaven.

Warm under a blanket.

A large hot coffee between my hands, warming me up too.

Thinking things…

Oh, Fiona.

What are you doing right now?

This is why that post-sex haze is fun and dangerous.

Only I was far ahead of the wholepost-sex hazething.

These were my real thoughts now.

I bit my bottom lip and looked back into the hotel room.

I saw Riff standing in front of the television.

Looking at his phone.

Just the side view of that man…

Jeans. T-shirt. The size of his arms. The way his biceps flexed without him flexing. A little scruff on his face. His messy hair from sex and sleep.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to look forward.

I took a deep breath.

Carefully, I eased the lid off the coffee.

Steam billowed into the air.

I lifted the cup toward my mouth.

My lips felt the heat.

I blew.

Don’t think about Riff.

Don’t think about him.

Don’t even put the idea of actually being with him into your head.

It cannot happen.

I had to get out of his condo and out of his life.

What I had to do and what I was going to do were two different things.

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