Page 79 of A Win-Win Situation
We turn to face each other, and I swipe away some hair from her face.
My hand goes to her waist, and the other one cups her cheek before I lean down slowly, pressing my lips to hers, wanting to savor her. Leora’s soft lips are inviting, and she responds to my kiss almost immediately.
With that, all thoughts of going "slow" are discarded. My other hand finds her waist, and I grip her firmly, pulling her closer. She wraps both arms around my neck to steady herself. The rapid beat of her heart against my chest becomes evident as we start to explore each other's mouths. With each movement, the intensity between us grows, sending electric currents through my body. Her fingers run through my hair, drawing me nearer as she deepens the kiss, our tongues dancing together.
I never want this moment to end, and I can't get enough of her.
Soft moans pass through her lips into mine, and I feel another surge of desire at those sounds. It's like a signal that ignites something inside of me, making me want her more.
A loud cough from Thomas breaks the spell, and we pull away, both of us blushing. I was so lost in her that I forgot they were watching us.
Amélie is giggling, and Thomas is grinning broadly. "Finally, some real action!" he says with a laugh.
"I almost thought you guys were afraid of each other."
Our breaths are heavy and labored as I stare into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation, but all I see is desire and longing. Leora looks at me, her cheeks still flushed.
"That was unexpected," she says softly.
I nod, still feeling a little dazed. "Yeah, but . . . it was nice."
It was more than nice. It was electric. I can still feel the sparks between us, and I don't want them to fade away.
We stand there, caught in a moment of intimacy, before Amélie jumps up from her crouched position. "Oh my God, you guys!" she exclaims, running toward us.
"Look at the pictures! They turned out so good. You have to get this one framed."
I look at the photo; it really is a great picture. Leora is leaning back slightly, her hair cascading down her back and I'm holding on to her waist, with our lips connected.
We look like a real couple. I think about what Amélie said and decide on printing that photo when we get home. I’ll frame it and hang it in my office to make our relationship more believable, because couples take photos on vacation.
"You should post this on Instagram, Leora," Amélie says, still grinning from ear to ear. Leora nods and does just that after Amélie sends the photo over.
TWENTY-EIGHT
LEORA
"Goodnight, let me know if you guys need anything," Amélie says before leaving us in front of the guest room.
The room we will be sharing.
Lucas opens the door, and I walk in. It’s a nice room that is decorated in neutral colors, and the bed is made up with crisp, white sheets and fluffy pillows. The curtains are drawn, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp creates a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Then my eyes go back tothebed. There’s only one queen bed and no sofa for either of us to sleep on. Meaning, we will have to share the bed too.
Lucas closes the door behind us, startling me, and walks up behind me. I move to my suitcase and rummage through it until I find my pajamas.
His close presence makes me nervous. "I'll just go in there and get ready," I say, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.
I enter the bathroom, my heart fluttering. Our lips were devouring each other not that long ago, and now I’m supposed to pretend it didn’t happen and act normal?
The sexual tension between us is undeniable, and I’m not sure if I can resist the temptation, but maybe he will.
I take a deep breath and splash some water on my face, trying to calm myself down. I change into my comfortable pajamas—a soft and cozy set of shorts and a tank top—and complete my nighttime routine before stepping out of the bathroom. Lucas is standing by the bed, looking at his phone with a crease between his eyebrows.
"Is everything okay?"
He looks up at me, his eyes taking in my appearance. For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to say something or do something. But then he clears his throat. "Yeah, everything's fine."
