[chapter twenty-two]
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~Shea's POV~
This is way better than studying for a Victorian poetry test.
Way, way better.
"Your skin tastes like honey … " Jimmie is murmuring as he kisses the skin of my collarbone, tickling me as he makes me sigh in his arms.
We stood in the middle of that sidewalk for so long we started to get whistles and stares. When we finally pulled apart, Jimmie had looked down into my eyes with a soft smile and a hint of hesitation.
"I have to get back to Mooresville." He said quietly.
"I know." I replied, knowing he was going to have to leave as soon as he had arrived, as soon as he had stepped back into my life.
"Tomorrow." He said with a hint of laughter. "Can I … can we … go somewhere?"
And that's how I found myself in this hotel room, raiding the minibar, twisting the sheets with our bodies, and simply being.
Being Shea for the first time in 37 and a half days.
And not studying for that test I have at 8am tomorrow.
But I can honestly say, I don't care.
I just care about being with Jimmie tonight. Until he has to go. I want to be his until the moment he leaves me again. But at least knowing this time it's not permanent. It's not because he doesn't love me.
I whimper slightly as he unlocks himself from my embrace and slides out of bed. "I'm going to grab some water. You want anything?" He asks over his shoulder.
Mostly, I just want to admire that beautiful naked rear end.
"Yeah … will you make me some coffee?" I can't help replying with a grin.
He turns around and laughs. "Extra sugar?"
"Of course." I tease. "And promise me I'll never have to fix your coffee again."
"Never again." He says, leaning over the bed and dropping a kiss onto my right eyelid. "Unless I ask really nicely."
"At least you always tipped really well." I say, watching him guzzle half a bottle of water before climbing back into bed with me.
"If I make you coffee, what sort of tip will I get?" He asks flirtatiously, raising an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Actually, yeah."
"Something … like … this … "
I want to laugh as he moans into my mouth, my hands caressing his beautiful body.
"I'll make you coffee every day for the rest of our lives, I swear."
Promise?