“Of course, you won’t,” she bumps her shoulder into me, and it takes all my might to not wrap my arms around her waist, give her side a little tickle and pull her into me.
“Is everyone ready to begin?” the guy at the front says, and everyone yells ‘yes’ at the same time.
“Let’s go,” Sarah says and grabs onto the binoculars around her neck.
We get to walk about half a mile around each center. We take our time to see what we can find and when we get to the last one of the day, I think Sarah and I have counted forty different species we haven’t seen before.
“You ready for tomorrow?” I ask her on our way back to the hotel.
“Once I get a good night’s sleep. I’m exhausted.”
That was a lot of walking we did today. Tomorrow won’t be as hard on our legs as it will our arms with the rowing.
“Ditto.”
She looks at me, her eyes devilish. I don’t think the woman has a sinister bone in her body, but the look she’s giving me right now, she might have a small one hidden somewhere.
I take a slow deep breath and keep my attention on the road and not on her. My dick can’t take that kind of torture for two hours.
After we get to the hotel, I follow in behind her. I bend down and whisper in her ear.
“What was that look about?”
“What look?” she asks, her voice innocent.
I double check that there is no one behind us, and I run my hand up her back, into her hair and gently rub my fingertips against her scalp. Her head instantly lulls back.
“That look that has had my dick at half-mast for the past two hours.”
“Oh,” she giggles. “I was just thinking about the first night we spent together, in the same bed.”
“Mmmm, and what about it?”
“Stay with me tonight?” she asks.
“Of course.” I remove my hand from her hair and give her ass a little tap before entering the elevator with other people.
“I’m going to take a shower first, so no rush.” Her face is a little more somber now.
“Alright,” I say. She walks past me to her room and, of course, I stand there and watch every step she takes as she walks away from me.
I send her a quick text after I go inside my room, letting her know that she can text me when she’s ready for me to come over.
Also, I take a shower, because Texas in the summer is no joke. I feel disgusting.
After an hour she sends me a text back saying I can come over but when I get there, it isn’t my happy little bird that I am used to. Her eyes are red, her cheeks wet from tears, and she won’t look at me.
Chapter 20
Chris
“Whathappened?”Iaskher as I come into her room.
I shut the door behind me and go straight to her. I pull her into my arms, and she cries. No, she sobs. This isn’t something little, she’s hurting. I hold her to me until she pulls away. She sits on the bed, her head hanging. I kneel in front of her so I can dip my head down and try to see her face.
I put my hand on her knee and give it a little squeeze.
“Do you want to talk about it? Whatever it is, even if you just need to vent, you can tell me.”