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“We’ll be in Switzerland in four,” I counter.
We haven’t actually talked about sex explicitly. As in, when we might go for it. But his meaning is abundantly clear. And I’m one hundred percent on board . . . only I don’t want to wait quite that long.
“I know,” he says, taking a strand of my hair between his fingers, “but Thursday is a travel day.”
Now I’m thoroughly baffled.
“And?”
Twisting my hair through his fingers, which I kind of like, he smiles as if he knows something I don’t.
“When we get in, I have to meet a few people at the bar where Angel’s launching. It’s going to be a long day. And I have meetings all Friday morning. But I’ve kept my afternoon clear.”
“Still confused.” And hot. It feels like it’s a thousand degrees in this back seat. And I’m never hot in February.
“I may have made some plans for us on Friday.”
He’s more serious now than before, but he’s still playing with my hair in a way that’s both sexy and faintly mesmerizing. I don’t want him to stop.
“I see.”
But I really don’t.
He hesitates. “I want it to be special.”
It. Sex. Us.
My heart melts.
“Think you can wait that long?”
I reach up, cupping his cheeks with my hands. They’re just a little rough, the perfect amount of stubble.
“Devon admitted he spilled his guts to you last night,” I say. “So you already know the answer to that one.”
It’s hard to tell him that, but he made himself vulnerable to me, and it would seem like almost a betrayal not to do the same.
“I’ve waited this long, haven’t I?” I finish.
19
Enzo
“Idon’t think I can wait,” Chari’s voice pipes through the phone.
We’ve had a crazy week getting ready for our launch in Europe. Hayden told me last night he’s never seen me like this, and I know exactly what he’s talking about. It’s concerning, actually.
I’m distracted. Losing focus. Before Chari, most of my excitement was reserved for the company. For weekly reports and lab results. Now I’m staring at my phone and counting the hours until she and I video chat every night. Never mind thinking about this weekend. I should be planning for the launch, but the promise of finally having Chari in my bed preoccupies me.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I look at my screen. She’s wearing a fuzzy sweater wrap thing that makes me want to crawl through there and feel it. And her. “Did you look at the weather? It’s unseasonably warm this week.”
Chari nods. “I packed layers.”
“Don’t forget your passport.”
“Already packed.”
I hate to get off with her, but I still need to pack too.
