Sawyer: Still feel like an ass about that. But, slowly—and I mean slowly—we became friends. But she was with someone else, so I remained her friend, despite falling for her.
Fallon: At the time, since I was with someone else, I couldn’t reflect on how I felt about Sawyer.
Sawyer: It wasn’t until after she broke it off with her boyfriend—it was a mutual decision—that I slowly showed her I could be her leading man.
Fallon: Oh my God, you’re so cheesy.
Sawyer: Yeah, but you still love me.
Fallon: I do.
“Morning,” JP says as he leans against the kitchen counter, holding a mug of coffee, looking so freaking fine in his navy-blue three-piece suit.
“Good morning,” I say. I feel my cheeks heat up, because, oh my God, I’ve never in my life had as much sex as I did last night.
Six times.
Six freaking times.
It was as if he opened a dam to my libido. Anytime he even pulled away, I nuzzled back into him, wanting more.
His hands.
His mouth.
His cock.
I needed it all, and every time he was deep inside me, with nothing between us, I still didn’t feel like we were close enough until we were both coming together. I’ve never felt anything like it, this blinding need to be attached to another human.
If I’m honest, that need has been building all week. With every time we hung out, every meal we shared, every hug before we went off to bed, I tried to tell myself we were just friends, that there was nothing more, but my heart knew better. The moment I saw the devastation on his face before the date with Derek, I nearly split in two.
I left his room with one thing on my mind—letting Derek go so I could spend the rest of the night in JP’s arms. I know it wasn’t fair to Derek, and I plan on messaging him later, but I couldn’t leave JP. I couldn’t bear the look in his eyes, the pleading for me to stay. It gutted me. And in the blink of an eye, it was as if everything fell into place.
The conversations.
The dates.
The text messages.
This was the man I was supposed to be with.
Not Derek.
Not Edwin.
Not some random guy I might meet on a dating app.
JP has been the man all along, and I’ve just been too blind to see it—until yesterday.
“Are you going to give me a kiss?” he asks, before taking a sip of his coffee.
Smiling shyly, I walk up to him, place my hand on his chest, and then stand on my toes and press a kiss to his lips. His hand around my waist holds me in place. Our mouths collide in a sweet connection, not carnal at all, but it’s nice. It’s the sweet and dreamy kiss that sends chills up your spine while your stomach flutters with excitement.
“You smell nice.”
“Yeah?” He smirks. “Not sure I’ll ever get used to you tossing me a compliment. You’ve despised me for so long.”
“I didn’t despise you. You were just . . . irritating.”
“Looks like I did a good job irritating you into my arms.” He wiggles his brows.
“Or you did a good job showing me who you really are, and I couldn’t resist that.”
“You like the real me?”
I nod. “I really do.” I give him one more kiss before pulling away and taking his coffee with me. I lean against the counter opposite him and sip from his mug. “I’m sad this is our last day here, that we leave today.”
He saunters over to me and presses me against the counter, placing both of his hands on my hips. “You fail to realize that I’m a billionaire and if we want to come up here every weekend, we can.”
I play with the buttons on his shirt. “It won’t be the same. We were in a bubble here. I mean, when we go back to LA, are you really going to come to my studio apartment and hang out?”
“If you want me to, I will. Hell, we can spend every night there, if you want.”
“Do you think you’ll be spending every night with me?”
His hands grip me tighter, then he lifts me up onto the counter. He settles between my legs and says, “I expect nothing from you. I’m just telling you where I’m at. If you want to spend the night with me, that’s your choice. If I had it my way, you’d be coming home with me tonight.”
“Aren’t you nervous?” I ask.
“Nervous about what?”
“I don’t know . . . all of this.”
His thumbs rub against my hips as he calmly asks, “Are you having regrets?”
“No,” I say quickly before setting down the mug and placing my hands on his shoulders. “Not at all. I don’t want you to think that. We just jumped into it quickly and, yes, last night was the best night of my life. I just don’t want to get lost in the physical, you know?”