She looks at me knowingly, lips twisted and arms crossed.
“Okay, I snore a lot.” I lean into her, pushing her softness down on the bed and bracketing my arms on either side of her face. “But don’t ever fake it with me.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” A husky laugh slips past her lips, and she reaches up to trace my eyebrows with one finger. “I haven’t had to.”
“I don’t just mean sex, Kira. No faking between us on anything.”
“I thought this was supposed to be just sex.” A faint smile curls the edges of her mouth as she looks down, away from my eyes trained on her. “After these two weeks, we could walk away.”
“I never said that.” I tip up her chin, and a feeling of rightness warms me inside as soon as our eyes meet again. “It’s too late for that.”
She draws a shaky breath, closes her eyes, and nods. “I know.”
Cliff and his troubles hover at the edge of this paradise. I’m not afraid of confronting it all when we get back to the States, but I know it’s not as easy for Takira. I’m giving her space to make peace with the fact that it will have to be done. Because me not with her—that’s no longer an option. Cupping her face, I drop a kiss on her forehead and push away.
“We gotta go.” Standing, I grab her bag and nod to the drawer where she banished the vibrator. “Why don’t you bring it?”
“Seriously?” She lifts her brows and looks from me to the drawer. “Some guys aren’t down for that.”
Grabbing her bag, I walk to the door and open it to the hallway. “Anything that makes you come that hard is coming with us.”