Page 64 of Fake It For Glory

“But it would be better if we kept that between us,” I said.

“You told the whole world,” she reminded me.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” she said and squeezed my arm. “I do know. Just be careful.”

I didn’t get to ask her why she was telling me to be careful. Merida joined us and we climbed into the car. She yawned and leaned her head back against the seat. “Tired?” I asked.

She gave me a coy smile. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Hattie coughed once. I had no doubt in my mind she suspected there was more going on than we were admitting.

“You don’t have any events tonight,” Hattie said. “You both have time to catch up on some sleep.”

We arrived at the hotel, and Merida and I checked in and headed toward our separate rooms. But as we reached the corridor, she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her.

“I don’t feel like sleeping,” she whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I pulled away, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks. “Merida, we can’t just—”

“Why not?” she interrupted, her voice low and seductive. “We always do.”

I hesitated, knowing that Hattie was probably watching us from afar. But Merida had a way of making me forget everything else. I gave in and followed her into her room. As soon as the door closed behind us, Merida pushed me against the wall and crashed her lips into mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist, deepening the kiss. She tasted like wine and the grapes she ate on the plane. I couldn’t get enough of her.