Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
We both take a moment to catch our breath. Our stares remain locked. Eventually, I slide my dick out of her and saunter off to grab something to clean us up with. After we’re clean, we turn off all but the lamplight. I wrap my naked body over hers and stare at her.
“Creeper,” she teases, but her voice cracks.
“Shh,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her lip. “Don’t ruin it with your crazy talk.”
She snorts. “Crazy talk?”
“You’re the craziest woman I’ve ever known. And you know both my mother and Araceli, so how you beat them out is beyond me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know. You tell me all the time. Literally every conversation with me. Pretty soon I’m going to forget my own name and instead go by Asshole.”
“Obnoxious too,” she adds, smirking.
“Don’t forget handsome.
“And arrogant.”
“And yours,” I whisper. Her eyes widen, so I amend my words. “For tonight.”
“Tonight’s almost over.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” I offer in a playful tone I’m not at all feeling.
“And if there’s not?”
“At least we had today.”
Neither of us sleeps. We just stare. Kiss. Make love a few more times. And when the early morning sun creeps its way into the bedroom, I make the difficult effort to pull away from her.
So fucking hard.
“I need to shower and pack,” I tell her.
“I know. Me too.”
“Maybe…” I trail off. I don’t know what I want to say. “Maybe we can do this again some time.”
Her brows dip. “Some time. Hmm.”
“I…”
“Some time isn’t enough.”
“You deserve better than him,” I murmur, stealing a quick kiss.
“Do I? It’s not like I can have better.”
My jaw clenches. “Sheridan…”
“Goodbye, Camilo.”
The last kiss we share feels just like that. A goodbye. It’s a great kiss, but it sucks. I hate the finality in it. I wish I had the answers. Unfortunately, I don’t.
Chapter 19
Sheridan
Ilook like Sheridan Reid.
Hair straightened to perfection. Makeup applied flawlessly. My navy-blue Black Halo Jackie sheath dress fits like a glove. I notice a piece of lint on my Gianvito Rossi suede nude slingback pumps and frown, wondering how it got there.
I wore my ruined tennis shoes to the small airport and threw them into the trash can before fishing my pumps out of my bag. I was just certain I’d made sure they were clean.
Anxiety begins to creep in.
Everything feels unsettled and unsure. It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with. As a result, a tiny piece of lint is going to be the death of me. With a frustrated huff, I swat it off my shoe. Damian laughs loudly—literally snorts and cackles—as Doris says something to him. They’re sitting side by side chatting about God only knows what. Estefania is cozied up with Kyle, the both of them whispering sweet nothings to each other. A spike of jealousy shoots through me. I wish I were saying a proper goodbye to Camilo.
We had our goodbye when the sun came up and that was that.
Alejandro took them out to the airstrip so they could start getting the plane ready and then he came back to fetch us. I haven’t seen Camilo since he kissed me. They were already in the cockpit when we boarded the plane.
I hate it.
I hate that my reality is crashing so hard down on me.
“Need a drink?” Lawton asks, donning his professional skywear suit rather than the strange outfits he borrowed from Damian while at Hotel Zaragoza.
“Please,” I mutter.
“Tequila?”
I thought I was a Hennessy girl. Turns out, I’m turning into a tequila girl.
“That would be fantastic.”
Lawton smiles and scurries off. I should put my AirPods in and sleep since I didn’t get any last night, but I can’t. I’m trying to live in these last few moments because once we land, everything changes.
Or, worse yet, everything remains the same.
I thought I loved every aspect of my life.
After the past few days, I’m left rethinking everything.
The biggest one is David. I try to think about him. Force his features into my mind. Attempt to remember his smile and the cologne he wears. Nothing comes to mind. It’s as if he’s a distant memory, which is silly because I saw him before he left for Costa Rica.
I’m frowning hard when Damian plops down. In my lap! And I can’t even be mad because it’s Damian. Damian in tight pink leather pants. He smells like peaches and cream oatmeal. My heart does a squeeze inside my chest.
“Go bother someone else,” I grumble.
He pets my hair, grinning at me. “But it’s more fun bothering you.” Then, his brows furl. “Are you okay, babykins?”
I force a smile. “Perfect. You? Ready to get to your project?”
“Nice try. You can’t avoid the question. But for now, we’ll evade.” He sighs dramatically. “I’m shooting for the show, and while I am dying to spruce up this old yacht, I’m feeling worn out. It’s hard being famous.”
I laugh. This time it’s genuine. “Aww, poor you.”