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It wasn’t that he had invited her thinking they would have a terrible time, but he hadn’t quite anticipated it beingthatgood. Victoria materializing in a stunning dress like a heroine in one of her beloved rom coms, Victoria holding his hand tightly, Victoria dancing at the reception, Victoria undressing with her eyes burning into him and joining him in the shower, Victoria lounging on the hotel bed in his shirt like she was his fucking girlfriend, Victoria stealing the last of the room service coffee with a devious smile on her face. Hell, Victoria right now, snoring softly with her head rested against the window. She was wearing his sweatshirt for reasons he didn’t even remember, and he hoped he would never, ever get that back because it looked so damn right on her it hurt.
She lifted her head, sleepy and bleary, when he pulled in front of her building. “Did I fall asleep?” she asked, clearly a little embarrassed.
“You might have been a little worn out, yes,” he couldn’t help but say. Between last night and then the second round after breakfast, he had an ache in his quads that he never wanted to disappear.
She rolled her eyes, grinning. Her bag was in the backseat and she grabbed it, hesitating with her hand on the door. “Did you—I know it’s late, but did you want to come up?”
God, did he ever. He wanted to go up to her apartment, crawl into her bed, and never, ever leave. But Luke was waiting for him at his dad’s and would probably revenge-pee all over Ashley’s expensive rugs if he didn’t come get him tonight. And then there was the whole never-wanting-to-leave aspect, which wasn’t really a problem but probably wasn’t something he should do quite yet, not when he still wasn’t sure where he stood with her, romantic weekend aside.
Every bone in his body—especially that one—wanted to take Victoria up on her offer, but he shook his head. “I have a cat to feed, and there’s a lot of work to get through still.”
He saw the moment when she remembered they were opposing counsel, and wished he hadn’t. Because as perfect as this weekend had been, there was still that minor mountain to get over, and he had a sneaking suspicion things would get worse before they got better. “Yeah, me too. Work, obviously, not the cat,” she said a little stiffly, and he wanted to kick himself for bringing that elephant back into the room when they’d done such a good job of ignoring it all weekend. “Did you want this back?” she added, plucking at the grey fabric of his sweatshirt.
“It’s cold outside. Give it to me some other time,” he said, gratified when she smiled in response. She didn’t fight him on it, so she was hoping for another chance of seeing him too. He’d take that. And when she leaned across the console to kiss his cheek, he dared to let himself hope that they could somehow magically make this work, for real.
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I just really, really love fall foliage. It’s so beautiful and fall is easily my favorite season
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Chapter Fifteen
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It happened again.
The sex, I mean.
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How/when/why
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So remember how I went to a wedding this weekend?
It was with him.
Like, as a date? Or maybe not, we weren’t very clear about that.
Either way, sex definitely happened, so
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So you just . . . went to town on each other.
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