Page 102 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

I lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom. She looked beautiful sprawled across my bed, her blonde hair fanned out against the dark sheets.

“You sure about this?” I asked, hovering over her.

“Are you going to keep asking me that?”

“Probably.”

She reached up and cupped my face. “I’m sure, Dalton. I’m sure about this even if I’m not sure about anything else.”

An hour later, we were naked and breathing hard in the aftermath of another world-altering experience.

“I should probably go,” she said but made no move to leave.

“Yeah, you should.”

Neither of us moved. We both knew she wasn’t going anywhere. It was like we were trying to fake it for someone who might be listening.

“This is becoming a habit,” she said softly.

“Bad habits usually are hard to break.”

And that was exactly what she was for me. An addiction. I didn’t have the self-control to end it. I told her over and over I was no good for her, but she refused to accept it. Hell, for all I knew, she was just like me. She only wanted a summer fling.

If it made us happy, then I was cool with it. We’d deal with the fallout later.