Jeremy’s fingers trail a path up and down my bare arm.
“I have to go out.”
It’s hours later, around midday I think, and Jeremy and I are back in bed after s*x on the couch, the room service he ordered up, followed by more s*x in bed.
I’m back to staring at the wall, and he’s curved behind me. A veritable wall of heat.
“If you have to,” I murmur. “No trying to run.”
At his words, I turn. I’m not angry anymore. I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
For several seconds, I study Jeremy without saying a word.
“Why are you so sure I don’t hate you?”
He slides his hand around my nape and leans forward to press a kiss to my lips that I return instantly, with no hesitation.
When he pulls back, he’s smiling.
“Because I know how you feel about me.”
He rises from the bed, and I watch him step i
