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“Capri said my room was up the stairs and it was the last room down the hallway on the right. You can turn around now.”
I did. “Yeah, and this isn’t the last room.”
“Are you lying?” she interrogated, bowing her head to look away from my cock.
“Unlike you,” I reasoned. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Trust me, Aires. I’m fully aware.”
I chuckled. “I hope you would for the number of times you’ve rode my dick.”
She sighed deeply, staring up at the ceiling this time. “Aires, I can’t talk to you with your cock out.”
“Say cock again.”
“Aires!”
“Fine,” I repeated, grabbing some gym shorts from my luggage in the corner of the room. After I slid them on, I mumbled under my breath, “I can’t sleep with these heavy-ass shorts on.”
Her eyes shifted to mine. “That would imply you’d be sleeping in here.”
I took in the fact that she was wearing my hoodie I gave her from the night of the party. “Well, considering this is my room and all.”
“You’re staying here too?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Your team didn’t tell you?”
“Because this is the face of someone who knows?”
I laughed, looking at the clock on the nightstand. “You’re feisty at four in the morning.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“That’s right.” I nodded. “You can’t sleep on planes.”
She hid back a smile, loving the fact that I remembered that about her. Little did she know, I remembered everything about her. Especially the things I didn’t want to.
Seeing how tired she truly was, I insisted, “Can we go to bed now?”
“Aires…”
“What?”
“You know what…”
“It’s just bedtime.”
“You going to read a story to me too?”
Taking in her stubborn tone, I questioned, “Do you think I set this up?”
“Did you?”
I challenged, “What if I did?”
Her eyebrows pinched together.
“You show up wearing my hoodie, and you’re surprised I may have planned this?”
