“Incredible,” I agree. I reluctantly let go of him, and slide my leg off his hips. He slides his fingers out of me, leaving me empty again. Jason leans his foreheadagainst mine again as we catch our breath. He leans back, but kisses my forehead before rolling out of the bed. I wince at the sting of loss, but logically, I know he’s going to clean up.
The light in the bathroom turns on, and I hear the sound of running water. I roll onto my back, still trying to catch my breath and process what happened. It’s one night, and I can’t let myself think this can be something more. It won’t be, and I need to accept that. This was a simple release for both of us. Expelling the pent up energy we’ve had for all these years.
Jason reenters the room, his face flushed pink. He’s still naked, but I don’t get a good glimpse at him, the light from the bathroom isn’t quite enough. He has a washcloth in his hands, and instead of handing it to me, I’m surprised when he pulls the sheets back, and cleans between my legs himself. He even takes my hand, and cleans me up there.
When he’s done, he stands, heading back into the bathroom, and rinsing out the washcloth. Even though he cleaned me up, I should still use the bathroom, so I stand, and head that way.
His body collides with mine in the doorway, and my face heats. “Sorry,” I gasp, and turn, sliding between him and the door. “I need to use the restroom.”
“You’re fine, sunshine.”
Every time he calls me that, my heart squeezes. It’s such a sweet name, and it’s…right. Brad never had a nickname for me, and I always wished I could have a cute nickname from my partner.
I take care of myself in the bathroom, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I flush a deeper shade of red. My still damp hair is tangled, and almost looks like a rat's nest on my head. My cheeks are bright red and scratched from the roughness of his stubble. Despite how chaotic I look, andthe red marks on my neck from his kisses, I look content, and more relaxed than I have in ages. If that says something about me, I guess I’m not sure, but I feel amazing.
I turn the light off and close the door behind me, making my way into the room again. Jason has turned the light on for me so I can see, and he’s in the bed, leaning up against the headboard. I’m not sure if he put any clothes on, but I decide I’m not going to put my shorts and panties back on. I climb into the bed next to him, and shuffle so I’m laying on my side by him.
He turns off the lamp, and scoots down, laying on his side and pulling me into him. He’s wearing his boxers, but I’m fine with it. It’s so good to have him hold me. His arm is wrapped around my waist, hand splayed across my stomach.
After pressing a kiss to my cheek, then the top of my head, he whispers, “Goodnight, Fallon. Thank you.”
I repeat the sentiment and close my eyes, sinking into his embrace. I almost don’t want to fall asleep, don’t want to miss a moment of this. If one night is all we have, then I don’t want to take any moment of it for granted.
20
JASON
Iwake before Fallon. Our bodies are so entwined that it takes me minutes to disentangle without waking her. When finally I do manage my escape, I go down to get some breakfast, and decide to bring up some cinnamon rolls and bacon for her.
As I make my way to the elevator, I reminisce on last night. The sounds she made had me savoring the moment in a way I didn’t expect to ever experience. I’m so thankful it happened, even if it could only be one night.
The elevator dings as I arrive on our floor and make my way to the door. I’ve got the plate of food for her in one hand, and a to-go coffee cup in the other. When I reach our door, I can hear music playing loudly on a phone speaker. I maneuver the cup into the crook of my other arm, and pull the room key from my back pocket, waving it in front of the scanner until it turns green.
I push open the door, and the pop song playing grows louder as it echoes off the bathroom walls. Fallon stands in front of the mirror, running a brush through her long honey blonde hair. She’s humming the words under her breath,swaying her body to the beat. It’s adorable. She turns when she sees me, a smile playing on her lips. Her cheeks turn pink, and I wonder if she’s remembering what our night entailed.
“Hey,” I say, offering her a wave.
She waves. “Oooh, they have cinnamon rolls downstairs? I’ll have to grab one.”
I gesture to the plate with a tip of my head. “I brought these for you.”
“You did?” She steps out of the bathroom into the hall. “Thank you, that was really sweet.”
I shrug. “No problem.” I hold out the plate to her, and she gratefully takes it. Without thinking, I lean down, swiftly kissing her cheek. Instantly, I stiffen and pull away, knowing I already broke the rule of “only one night”. My cheeks heat as I look away, and then, remembering I also brought her coffee, I grab that from where it’s sitting in my elbow and hand it to her.
“Coffee, too?” she says, her voice growing an octave higher.
“Yep. You have it in your hand every time I see you at the winery, so I figured it was a safe bet.”
“You figured right.” She takes a deep inhale of the coffee, savoring the smell.
I glance around the room, seeing that she’s pulled the sheets up on the bed, and has already collected her things. My stuff is ready too, shoved into my duffel bag on the floor. “Looks like you’re ready to go. What time are you heading out?”
She shrugs. “Probably soon. There aren’t any events today, and honestly, I’m ready to get home to my girl.”
I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans, staring down at the floor. “Yeah, I know how that is.Though, I’m a little scared that Josie and Andrew won’t give me my kid back.”
“I bet they’re having fun.”
