Abbi shrugged a shoulder as her gaze flickered to Sebastian. I mean, she has to be driven to school. Can’t go anywhere by herself. We have to watch what we say around her. So, I’m just wondering if we have to hand-feed her, too?
Charlotte glanced from me to the inn and back again before tilting her head to the side, letting her silky hair cascade over her shoulder. Don’t feel obligated or anything. I just thought I’d ask. No big deal. Her cheeks went pink as she scrabbled for the door handle again.I’ll come in for a sec. My groin went tight and I shrugged. But only to help you pack, I said softly.
She blinked in confusion, her mouth half-open. What do you mean?I leaned closer and traced a finger over the line of her jaw. Your car isn’t going to be fixed until Monday. It’s just plain silly for you to keep staying here when I’d rather have you in my bed. I let out a low growl, leaning in to nip at her earlobe before pulling back.She dropped the last bit of her pretzel into her lap and let out a nervous laugh. Are you sure about that?
I nodded. Look, we both know the deal here. You’ve got to get back to your life and I’ve got to focus on the distillery, but for the rest of the weekend . . . I shrugged. I don’t see what’s stopping us from having a little fun. Don’t you like what we’ve been doing?Her eyes gleamed, and I guessed she was thinking—like I was—of the way I’d poured maple syrup all over her body that afternoon and lapped it up with my tongue. I was careful to ensure her nipples and the delicious spot between her legs were well and truly clean before I dragged her into the shower and lathered the rest of her body with shampoo.
It’s been fun, she said, sounding a little breathless.
So, it’s settled. Let’s go get your stuff.And Maggie at Wayne’s.
Nosy gossip, Audrey said matter-of-factly. Her nickname is Maggie the Mouth.Good to know. I laughed.
Love her. We actually graduated together.She seems awesome, I told her. And her brothers.