Page 108 of After All This Time

I slip into my room, closing the door behind me, grinning like an idiot as I lean against it, but some feelings are meant to be felt in their full, messy glory.

I slept with Tobias.Fact.

It was the kind of sex that ruins you for anyone else.Fact.

He's going to break my heart.Possible.

Will that stop me from doing it again?Not a chance in hell.

The shower should help clear my head, but instead, I surrender to the memories flooding back like a highlight reel of the best sex of my life—his hands trailing over my skin, his mouth branding my throat, his name ripped from my lips as I fell apart beneath him. I'm giving myself way too much time to replay every delicious moment, and my body is torn between being blissfully sated and desperately aching for more.

Coffee. I need coffee.

Or maybe just another orgasm.

But the universe is a magnificent bitch because the second I step into the kitchen, Tobias walks in like temptation wrapped in a towel. White cotton rides dangerously low on his perfect hips while water drips from his hair, trailing down every tattooed muscle.

My eyes shamelessly devour him because now I know exactly what that towel is hiding.

Every. Delicious. Inch.

He catches me staring, and his smirk unfurls like he knows he's the reason my thighs clench and my breath hitches.

"Keep eye-fucking me, and I'll bend you over this counter and make you seriously late." He doesn't even bother looking at me. He just grabs an apple from the fruit bowl and saunters back into his room like he didn't just melt my brain. "See you tonight," he calls out, his voice echoing down the hallway.

I choke out a shaky "Bye," grab my bag, and bolt out of the apartment like it's on fire.

Sliding into my car, I slam the door shut and just sit there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel and trying to catch my breath. I link my phone to the Bluetooth, scroll down to Allison's name, and hit call as soon as I turn the ignition.

"Good morning, my beautiful little weirdo," she answers with a chirpiness that should be illegal before noon.

"Well, you sound uncharacteristically happy, considering it's morning."

"It's my day off, and I'm eating a croissant in bed with Ragnar Lothbrok on my TV, so yeah, I'm living my best life."

I laugh, shaking my head as I grip the steering wheel tighter. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

"Absolutely. Is it working?"

"Completely."

"So you'll come home?"

"Definitely not."

My eyes drift to the street, where fall has painted Chicago in fiery reds and deep oranges—nature's farewell to summer.

"Okay, pauseVikings. I have news."

"I'm ready."

"I had sex last night," I blurt out.

"Oh my god! Wait, with who? Are you seeing someone?"

I exhale sharply, suddenly nervous. "Shit."

"Amelia, spill."

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