Owen
I can feel her breath on my lips. Smell the sweet coconut of her shampoo mixed with the coffee she just drank. I want to remove the last few inches of space between us but I know if I do, everything will change.
She’s a guest at my resort.
She lives hundreds of miles away.
She’s not looking for a relationship.
Then again, neither am I.
Maybe that’s what makes it perfect.
We can have our fun while she’s here and then she’ll go back to Tennessee and our hearts will be in tact because we both know what we’re getting into.
No.
I can’t ask that. Can’t pursue that with her. It’s not fair to either of us. I’m not sure if we can keep our hearts intact. There’s more than physical attraction between us. It goes so much deeper, I can feel it.
"We shouldn’t," I whisper, my lips skimming against hers.
"I know."
"You’re leaving in a few weeks," I remind her. "And I’ll still be here. This is where I have to be."
"I know."