Page 44 of Room Service

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Jessi

Why is this happening again?

The thought entered my mind, and just as quickly was swept away with more kisses as Trent held me tightly as if he would never let me go. I knew better than to read too much into the gesture. We were both getting caught up in the moment again. I knew once it was gone I would regret it.

But how could I not jump him again after he said all that!

To say it was a surprise would be a major understatement. The man who could never seem to run out of ways to insult me and belittle me was suddenly speaking up in my favor. It made no sense, and I didn’t know his motivation, but I couldn’t deny that I was moved. And then it hit me again.

I was moving. Moving somewhere not too far, but far enough that I wouldn’t be able to run into anyone I knew by coincidence. There would be no seeing my friends and family every day. There would be no seeing Trent.

And yet, he’d shown up in front of me. This was my one last chance with him, after this, we’d never get to see each other again. When I thought that, I couldn’t help but want one last go-round with the love of my life before I threw all of that behind me.

In spite of his asking me to stay… my plan was to leave, and nothing would change that.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said in between kisses, starting to feel the urgency. Not just my impending departure; I remembered the last time we did this and how good it felt. I was in a hurry to have that feeling back.

After one last hard kiss, Trent pulled back to grin down at me.

“Lead the way,” he said, releasing all of me but my hand.

I bit my lip and stared at his face, trying to memorize it. There hadn't been time for me to see it properly before, and the alcohol hadn't helped. But now I could see it, Trent looking at me like he was happy to look at me for once, not like I was something scraped out from the tread of his expensive designer shoes.

It was a lovely sight.

“Is something wrong, Jessi?” he asked, his voice gentle. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

My breath blew out of me in a heavy gust, and I did my best not to show too much surprise. What would I do, if he realized what he was doing and decided it was a mistake? If he suddenly did a one-eighty on me and became the asshole from before?

I couldn’t handle that, not now. Not when I was about to get exactly what I wanted.

This time, I even came prepared. I’d hoped he would come by to see me, and it had seemed like a vain hope the more I packed and he still hadn’t shown up. I had some condoms on the nightstand in my bedroom waiting for us. It was easier than taking another pill, and I couldn’t just take one on the off chance he would come looking for me.

The condoms made me seem just a little less desperate. If he wondered why I had them in the first place… I was going to lie like my life depended on it. I wasn’t sure what lie to tell just yet, if he even asked, but I would have one to give.

“The bedroom,” I muttered, after long moments of memorizing his face, and he didn’t once interrupt me as he looked me over himself, still with that gentle look that I wasn’t used to receiving from him. “It’s this way.”

I squeezed his hand where it lay in mine, then turned and led the way. It was a short trip, but we had to walk around the boxes to get there.

“You don’t have a lot of stuff,” Trent muttered, probably to himself, but I heard him anyway.

“Yeah, well. We don’t all have the kind of background you do. I don’t have a lot of stuff to my name.”

All the stuff I had was already packed away in the boxes, and it was just enough that I could fit it all into my car if I used the trunk and the backseat. The only stuff I had left out was my outfit for tomorrow and the bedding because I wouldn’t be leaving until the morning.

I will be leaving, I promised myself. Once it’s morning, everything is over. But just one more time…

Trent turned me around once we got into the bedroom, and I let him walk me backward to the bed. He didn’t break his gaze once, and I could feel my heart start to beat fast and hard in my chest as my excitement grew. As much as I’d tried to make myself stop thinking about our first time, I couldn’t, and I wanted tonight to be just as good, if not better.

“You’re something, you know that,” Trent murmured, finally coming to a stop. The hand still holding mine released it, only to wrap back around my waist and tug my body against his. “You grew up beautiful, Jessi.”

I pursed my lips, feeling my cheeks warm with a blush. Don’t listen to him, Jessi! It’s a trick!

“You’re just saying that,” I accused.

He smiled crookedly at me. “Believe what you want. I could always show you what you do to me?”