Page 35 of Changed By You
I lean my forehead against hers, relief washing through me. “I’m here for as long as you want me to be.”
Our hands brush, and I lace our fingers together. She smiles, her expression turning shy.
“Get some sleep.” I kiss her forehead. “Sunrise yoga starts early.”
“Mmm...I think I prefer sleeping in and having a hot guy deliver me breakfast.”
I give her a soft, slow kiss. “I prefer getting to look at your ass in yoga pants.”
She laughs lightly. “Myass? When there’s a choice between mine and Farrah’s?”
“Hell yes, your ass. It’s hot.”
“You’re sweet.”
I shake my head. “I’m not, though. I’m hard as hell, and it’s because ofyou. You’re the one who does this to me, Alice.”
I put her hand over my erection. She inhales sharply and moves her hand, making me groan.
It takes all my willpower to step back. I hold her gaze and say, “See you at sunrise?”
She nods. I open the door and look at her over my shoulder. “I want you to know I’m serious. I’m not just trying to get you in bed.”
The corners of her lips curl up slightly. “Okay, Dalton.”
I shake my head, forcing myself to turn the handle, open the door and step into the hallway. The sound of her saying my name is going to be the death of me.
“Good night,” I whisper.
“Night.”
I close the door, adjusting myself on the walk down the hallway. Our secret won’t last an hour if someone sees me walking out of this hallway with a raging boner.
thirteen
Alice
“Isn’t it beautiful?”I turn my phone and move it so my parents can see the ocean.
I want to show them the house, too, but photos and videos are strictly prohibited by the contracts everyone had to sign. They’ve only been to the beach once, though, so my mom is wowed by the view here.
“I’d. Rather. See. You.” My dad’s computerized voice says, responding to the words he pecks out with his hand.
I put the camera back on my face. “Okay, me again!”
“I can’t believe you get to wake up there every day, honey,” my mom says, wonder in her tone. “It’s like a painting.”
After sunrise yoga, Dalton locked his gaze onto mine and gave me a secret wink. It filled me with happiness, and it made me realize something.
Farrah can be ridiculous, but I also let her take advantage of me. I told her to text me after her workout so I could make her breakfast. Instead of spending her workout time taking a five-minute shower and prepping things for her, I took a walk so I could FaceTime my parents.
“I miss you guys,” I say as I walk toward the pier.
“We miss you, too,” Mom says, wistful. “But we know you’re having adventures and making memories, and we’re so proud of you.”
“Does Dad have therapy today?”
“He has speech therapy at eleven fifteen.”
