I stay in the shower until the water runs cold. It’s selfish of me, but I can’t bring myself to care. I just need Hendrix to be awake by the time I step out of this room. If I have him by my side, then I can face anything—even his twin brother.
“Hey,” Hendrix says when I step into the bedroom and find him pushed up on his elbow so he can see me.
His eyes are hooded and sleepy, and he has a pillow crease in his cheek. He looks cute as hell with his mussed-up hair.
Swallowing down my unease, I plaster a smile on my face.
“Hey,” I say, moving toward my suitcase to find some clothes.
“Come here,” he demands, holding his hand out.
Unable to deny him, I move closer and cringe as he studies me closely.
I hate to imagine what he can see.
I shriek when he reaches for the towel wrapped around me instead of my hand. “Hendrix,” I laugh as the damp fabric pools around my feet.
“Hmm, that’s better,” he muses, letting his eyes roam over my naked body before he finally reaches for my hand and tugs me on top of him.
“What are you doing?” I squeal as he rolls me over and pins me to the bed. “I’m wet.”
His smile grows. “Is that right?”
Playfully, I swat his shoulder. “Behave.”
“With you? Never again, Elle.”
He lowers his head as if he’s going to kiss me, but at the last minute, he changes his mind and goes for my neck.
“Hey,” I complain.
“Morning breath,” he murmurs against my skin.
“I don’t care about that. I want you, whatever way I can get you.”
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I drag his head back and crash my mouth to his, immediately pushing my tongue between his lips to deepen the kiss.
With Hendrix’s hands on me, everything else falls away, and I focus on the single most important person in my life.
Everything else around us can crumble to pieces, but as long as we have each other, everything will be okay.
It’s always been us against the world.
Well, us and… him.
My stomach knots at the thought of him being out there listening to us.
But fuck him.
Why should I care?
He’s made his position going forward very clear.
Not our problem if he can’t handle us enjoying ourselves without him.
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