Page 67 of Revival

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

The force of his exhale blows across my neck. Despite the warmth of his air, goose bumps prickle my skin.

“You just got out of a serious relationship.”

“I know.”

“It ended badly.”

“It… ended.”

Weighing the circumstances makes me pause. It’s amazing what a difference time can make. When I left for this trip, I boarded the plane with a bruised heart. Somehow, in two weeks, Spencer’s managed to assuage that ache.

Sebastian isn’t the reason my heart’s tripping over itself. He’s not even the reason I’m giving this conversation pause. As far as I’m concerned, marrying him would have been a colossal mistake, and as much as being cheated on hurts, he actually did me a favor.

The considerations in my mind have nothing to do with Sebastian and everything to do with whether I can trust Spencer to stick around.

Fool me once, shame on you.

But fool me twice?

“I haven’t even decided whether I’m staying, but I plan to be gone for a while,” Spencer says as if he’s reading my mind. “I have some things to take care of in North Dakota.”

“When did you decide this?”

“This morning. But it’s not like last time. I wasn’t going to leave without saying goodbye.”

I nod. “I know.”

Spencer inhales deeply. “So this is it then. At least for a while.”

“I guess it is.” I force the words out. “We can still be friends.”

“I’d like that.” His arm around my middle squeezes tightly. “I really enjoyed spending these past two weeks with you, even if it was just a fling.”

I thread my fingers through his. “You were a really great rebound.”

His chuckle is husky against my back. “I’m going to miss all the great sex.”

“Me too.” I’m grateful he can’t see my watery smile.

Spencer runs his nose along the back of my neck. His lips settle just behind my ear, and I drop my head to his shoulder.

“How long do you think we have before they chase us out?”

“Five minutes. Maybe ten if we’re lucky.”

“Once more?” He drags the flowy material of my skirt around my hips.

“I don’t think there’s enough room.”

He spins me. My legs leave the ground as he picks me up and sets my ass on the edge of the sink. “Maybe just enough room?”

Eager fingers find the silver button on his jeans. I pop the coin through the hole, and drag the zipper down. While I fish out his cock, he frees my legs from my skirt and trails his fingers up my inner thigh.

“We’ll have to be quick.” I press a kiss to the exposed skin just above the collar of his tee.

We become frantic hands and heated breaths. Spencer finds me wet and ready, his fingers dragging through my arousal before notching his cock at my entrance.

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