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“Sarah.”
“Mmm.”
“We have to get up.”
She snuggled deeper into the cradle of his arms as he spooned her from behind.
“Sarah.” He kissed her shoulder. “We really have to get up.”
She heard the alarm, too, and knew he was right. They had to be at the airport by six-thirty, and she still needed time to return to her hotel, shower and change, pack, and turn in the rental car.
But it seemed impossible in that moment to leave the comfort of his body.
Joe kissed her one more time, then let her go and climbed out of bed. She watched while he crossed the room to the coffee maker and began brewing a cup.
She studied his n***d form from behind. “I like the way you look now. I like touching all those muscles. I like the way you feel against me.”
“Sarah, if you say anything more, I’m never
