No, IknowI don’t want to leave him. I like him. I care about him. Could I eventually end up loving him?
The possibility is there.
Do I believe he could fall in love with me?
I don’t know, but the way he’s acted toward me today leads me to believe anything is possible.
Anything.
Remaining in my dress and heels, I start to pack, quietly lamenting over the outfits and bikinis I didn’t get to wear on this trip. I wonder if I have to return the unworn stuff when we get home.
My gut is telling me no.
I’ve just finished up with my packing and am about to take a quick shower when there’s a knock on the door. It swings open before I can say come in, and Perry is standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
“Hey.”
I turn away from the suitcase on my bed to face him. “Hey. Everything okay?”
It takes all I’ve got to keep my focus on his face and not let my gaze drop to his boxers. Or his chest. Or whatever other naked part he’s got on display.
“I have a question.”
I frown. “What is it?”
He flicks his chin at me. “Whatcha got on under that dress?”
Hope lights up within me, and that familiar throb starts up between my thighs. “That’s your question?”
“It’s a valid one.” He leans against the doorjamb, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I realized I didn’t want to spend the last night of our honeymoon without you, wife.”
My heart pangs and I mentally tell it to calm down. “You’re not so tired anymore?”
“Want me to be real with you?” I nod. “I’m exhausted.”
“Oh.”
“But come on.” He tilts his head. “Sleep with me.”
“Is that all you want?”
He stiffens, like I’m going to deny him. “Why do you ask?”
“Because.” I approach him slowly, until I’m standing directly in front of him. “In answer to your original question, I have nothing on under this dress.”
I brush past him before he can respond, heading down the hall toward his bedroom. He follows after me, picking up his steps, crowding me when I get to his bedroom door. I can feel him, hot and solid behind me and he reaches for the zipper at the back of my dress, slowly sliding it down.
“You need to get dressed for bed,” he murmurs.
“You mean undressed?”
He chuckles. “Want to wear one of my T-shirts?”
I would love to, but only if he’s worn it first. So it’ll smell like him. But I can’t admit that out loud, and besides, it would ruin the naked effect I was going for.
“I don’t think so.”
The zipper completely undone, he slides his hands inside the dress, his fingers brushing against my sides. “We’re taking this off?”