I completely forgot. Even though it was my idea, it slipped my mind.
“I’ll call them now.” She goes to the kitchen for her phone.
“No, absolutely not. I’ll lie down for a few minutes then take a shower. It’ll pass. It’s only a headache.”
She looks at me skeptically, and I know this is the time I need to come clean. Bizzy deserves honesty. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her to come back to the sofa, but instead, I walk to her and take the phone from her hands.
“Maybe what I need is my super hot and sexy girlfriend to come lay with me, then we can shower together.” I dip down to run my lips along her neckline. “That’ll make me feel better immediately.”
Her body shudders on a breathy sigh. “Shaw, if you’re thinking about sex, it must not be life-threatening.”
“I’m always thinking about sex with you.” I try to guide her to my room.
“You had me worried. You never feel bad.”
“I’m better.” This isn’t a lie. Seeing her helped ease the stress of the day.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you in bed.”
I let go after kissing her once more and head to my room, stripping out of my suit on the way. It may be my imagination, but I swear I get a whiff of Sasha’s overpowering perfume on my clothes, so I toss them in a heap on the floor and kick them into a corner. That may be the last time I ever wear that particular suit.
My reflection in the bathroom mirror stops me cold. I stare hard at myself, asking what the hell I’ve done. It’s a question I’ve asked several times over the last few weeks, but now, it’s time for me to make a plan.
Shit is about to get real. The way Sasha looked at me keeps replaying in my mind. Guilt flows through my body for keeping this from Bizzy. She may be upset, but she loves me. And if this changes her feelings, I’ll love her enough for the both of us.
I make the decision to tell her tonight. When everyone leaves, I’ll sit her down and explain every single dirty detail. Then I’ll hold her tight, apologizing until my voice is gone. She can cry, scream, and fight me all she wants.
The one thing she can’t do is leave.
I crawl into bed naked, waiting for her to join me and feel the pounding in my head start to disappear. The tension in my shoulders and back eases at the smell of Bizzy all over the bed. The mixture of limes, citrus, and coconuts from her body lotion and shampoo engulfs me.
The next thing I know, my eyes flutter open to see her looking at me with a sweet smile, running a hand through my hair. My whole body wakes up at the sight of her leaning over, the scoop neck of her dress falling enough to expose her silky blue bra. Instantly, I’m hard, wondering if she’s wearing a matching set.
Without warning, my arms tag her, and I twist us so she’s trapped against me. Her giggle fills the room until my mouth finds hers and I nibble on her bottom lip.
“Someone’s feeling better,” she mumbles, her hand now massaging my scalp.
“You’re overdressed.” I skim my fingers down her side until I reach the hem of the dress, feeling the smooth skin of her thigh. My hips jerk, pressing my erection into her through the sheet.
“Shaw,” she breathes out faintly.
“Hmmm?” I continue to inch her dress up, ready to remove all the clothing between us.
“We can’t. Your brothers are already here.”
“That’s their problem for being early. They can wait,” I growl, licking along her collarbone. “You’ll have to be quiet.”
“Shaw…” She tries weakly to push me away.
“Say my name like that again.”
“Baby, we really can’t. They’re not early; you’re late. I let you sleep as long as I could.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been asleep for hours.”
“I thought you were joining me. Why didn’t you wake me?”