Page 81 of Winging It with You

Because here, in another random hotel room in yet another country, Theo Fernandez obliterated anything I thought I knew about pleasure and showed me everything I’ve been missing out on all these years.

And now, after experiencingthat, I know with certainty I will never want it to stop.

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A surprise for Theo unfoldsin my mind the moment I open my eyes the following morning.

We spent the entirety of last night exploring each other’s bodies and doing all the things we both so clearly have been holding back. After coming down from the most earth-shattering highs, he’d led me to the shower, where we washed every inch of each other’s still-flushed-from-sex skin, idiotic smiles plastered on our faces. Our infinite kisses were only interrupted when I felt the need to drop to my knees under the cascading water. The look on his face when he finished in my mouth will forever be ingrained in my mind. And when we made our way back to the bed, naked and blissed out, Theo held me tight against his chest, repeatedly kissing the top of my head as we both drifted off to sleep.

Sneaking out of bed, away from Theo’s gorgeously naked body, physically pains me, but I want to make sure we can at least have some coffee before I spring this last-minute surprise on him.

I throw on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and a baseball cap and make my way down to the lobby.

“Well, well, well.” Jo’s familiar snarky voice greets me as I pour myself a healthy mug of coffee. “I would have thought you two would be locked away for days.”

Her comment almost makes me spill the creamer. “Shh, let me at least have my morning coffee before you start speaking in riddles.” I take a sip of the hot liquid, willing its magical powers to course through my veins as quickly as possible.

“No riddles needed, my friend.” She pats me on the back while I pour another mug for Theo. “I’m just so glad to see youfinallyhad a good night’s rest.”

Between her word choice and the emphasis she placed on them, she’s being anything but subtle.

“Mm-hmm” is all I can articulate. “Actually, I need a favor…” And I proceed to bombard Jo with my spontaneous plan, which causes her to smile.

“Who are you and what have you done with the prickly Asher Bennett I met a few weeks ago?”

I ignore her jab. “Can I please just borrow it?”

She hands me the van’s keys. “I will personally ruin your life if anything happens to it.”

“I have no doubt you will.” Without waiting to see if she has any additional snarky remarks, I hurry back to our room, coffees and keys in hand, excited to get back to Theo.

He’s still sound asleep on his stomach when I open the door, so I tiptoe across the room, set the pair of mugs on his bedside table, and sit on his side of the bed. His hair is a mess, and I could easily spend hours tracing the constellations in the beautiful freckles across his shoulders. He stirs slightly at my touch, so I lean down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. “Good morning, handsome,” I whisper, my lips at his ear.

Theo’s eyes are still closed, but I watch a smile form at his lips that melts my heart. I kiss his forehead again. And again. And once more for good measure. “I brought you coffee.”

“Have I told you recently how amazing you are?” he says, sitting up and taking a sip from the mug I’ve just passed him.

Handing his mug back to me, he lets his fingers linger on mine, guiding me in for a sweet kiss.

“Asher. Bennett. You. Are. So. Amazing. And. I. Will. Never. Stop. Telling. You. That,” he says, between soft, lingering kisses.

He’s quite literally taking my breath away. Again. Something I’m learning he has a general knack for. Before he’s able to distract me any further, I kick off my shoes to join him in bed for a few more cuddles. “Only if you’re up for it, I have a little surprise for you,” I whisper as Theo pulls me tight against his chest.

He kisses the back of my head. “A surprise?”

I nod my head.

“Look at you being all intriguing and elusive. Do we have time for a few more moments here like this?” he asks.

I nod again and pull his arm tighter around me.

“Can all my mornings please start like this?” he asks after a moment of stillness.

“Think of how many we wasted…” I say, trailing my fingertips over his forearm.

“Yeah, let’s not do that anymore,” he whispers, kissing my neck, my cheek, and every inch of exposed skin.

I don’t want to.

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