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We closed the last door and returned to the hallway, the three of us ambling slowly toward the elevator. Emily slipped her hand into mine again and I gave it a light squeeze.
“What else could three numbers mean?” Monroe asked. “A time? A date?”
“Did your uncle get married on May fifteenth or twenty-fifth?” Emily asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. But if that’s what the numbers mean, how does that help us?”
Emily shook her head and blew out a frustrated huff of breath. It had been so exciting, believing maybe we’d figured something out, that Uncle Marvin’s intent hadn’t been for us to sue his old nemesis, but to actually find something meaningful. “I hate that this whole thing seems to be about money. Or about revenge,” I told them on our way back to the lobby.
“Yeah,” Monroe said. “It doesn’t really fit with the image of your uncle I’ve got.”
“Don’t give up, guys,” Emily said, her voice lifting with hope. “I bet we just need to think a bit more about the number. You were clearly meant to find it. We just have to figure out what it means.”
Her enthusiasm lifted my spirits a little, and I hoped she was right.
We said goodbye to Monroe at the lobby and Emily and I stepped out of the elevator, each of us looking around the quiet space. We kept the common spaces of the resort lit all night, but it felt a little eerie now, with the previously ever-present groups of writers gone.
“Should I walk you back to your room?” I asked Emily, suddenly shy, awkward around her. I didn’t want to say goodnight. Or goodbye. I wanted her to spend as much time with me as she was willing to, but I also didn’t want to push her.
“Sure,” she said, taking my hand and leading me back into the elevator. Once inside, she punched the button for her floor and then tugged me toward her. The ride felt short because I spent it remembering how incredible it was to kiss Emily,how much I loved the way she responded to my touch. How incredible she was.
“Come on.” She kept my hand in hers as we exited the elevator and headed to her room, and as soon as we were over the threshold, it was like a dam broke loose. The connection between us was chemical, undoubtedly—our atoms seemed to align in a way that made it nearly impossible to resist touching her, holding her, being as near her as was humanly possible. But there was something else, and I suspected it was the way she’d listened to me back at the hotel by the hospital, the way her eyes had filled when I’d told her about the accident, the way she’d seemed to understand me.
I guided her backward to her bed, kissing her every step of the way. Once her knees hit the mattress, I pushed her gently back and followed her down, dropping to my own knees on the floor and looking up at her from between her knees. It had been difficult, staying a reasonable distance from her as we’d searched the rooms with Monroe. Now that pent-up want was releasing, and I did my best to maintain some control.
I let my hands slide up her thighs, feeling the softness and muscle beneath the denim she wore, and then moved my fingers to her waistband. When her jeans were unfastened, I helped her slide them down, taking them down one beautiful leg and then the other, and dropping them in a pile on the floor. And then I took my time, kissing a path up the inside of each beautiful limb, lingering on the soft tender skin of her thighs, and finally dropping soft kisses like promises across the fabric of her underwear.
Emily sighed and shivered through it all, and just when I was about to move the fabric aside to taste her, she slid away.
“No,” she said, her voice heavy with need. “I don’t have the patience for that. I need you now.”
Excitement roared inside me, and I didn’t argue, pushing off my own jeans as I climbed to meet her on the bed. Our mouths met again, more frenzied this time, as Emily’s hands explored my body, each of us releasing a gasp when she found what she sought and held me firmly in her palm.
“This,” she whispered into my ear. “This is what I need.”
“Not going to argue,” I managed, working to remain still while my body wanted to explode into action.
Emily guided me to her entrance, which was slick and ready, and then she arched up under me, taking the tip inside her and sending my need for her skyrocketing.
“You’re so fucking incredible.” My thoughts became words as I pushed the rest of the way in and she hissed out, “Yesss.”
It was overwhelming, being next to her. Being inside her was like being on a different plane of existence, one where my life felt foreign, and I wanted to question everything and nothing all at once, but there was too much intensity to think rational thoughts.
She pushed on my shoulder and pressed her knee into me, and I rolled, taking her with me.
And if Emily beneath me was sexy, I already knew that Emily on top of me was something I’d replay in my mind for the rest of my life. She straddled me, her dark hair falling down around her face, tickling my cheeks. Her breasts, heavy and full, jutted forward, moving with every slide of her hips.
She moved like I imagined a mermaid or a siren would, undulating her hips and taking me deeper—controlling the motion entirely—in a way that I thought might actually drive me to madness. And when she arched back, bracing herself on my chest and throwing her head back, all I could do was hold on and desperately try to maintain some modicum of control.
I kept my hands on her hips, but she was in charge, and I watched her tense and gather, and inch toward her release as myown followed a parallel path. And when Emily unspooled above me, I had a front row seat, every cell inside me exploding with the release before she collapsed forward, dragging her hair to one side and crumpling over my chest with her face just an inch or so from mine.
It was a different feeling this time, watching her relax against my chest, and the wordmineflickered through my brain. I wanted her to be mine, I wanted to keep her, but we hadn’t talked about a future at all. I wanted to, and decided that I’d bring it up. But it could wait until we were dressed again.
When we regained our breath, I opened my eyes to find her watching me.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi,” she said.
