Page 172 of Happy Hour

I was starting to become concerned by her appearance, and the throwing up. Since Saturday night, she’d thrown up every day. At first, I thought maybe she had Lane’s flu, or food poising from those mystery corndogs they served at the track but things weren’t adding up.

Sway looked different, her face was glowing, and her funbags, as she called them, were huge. She was cranky andextrabitchy towards the Lucifer twins—not that I disagreed with that part.

Sway stirred beside, wrapping my arms around her waist, I slide her snug against my chest. Gently I reached up and pushed a few stray strands of her hair out of her face, then kissed her forehead.

I hated mornings like this, the ones were I would be forced to leave her in a few hours instead of staying in bed with her all day. This was the main reason why I avoided a real relationship with her for so long. She deserved someone who could be there when she needed him. But then again, I was too selfish at that point to let her go.

I continued to pepper her face, shoulders, arms, anywhere I could reach with slow ardent kisses. In a way, it was as though I attempting to show her enough love to last her until I returned.

Sway’s eyes flickered open with a smile. The curtains danced from the warm summer breeze swirling through her room.

There was nothing between us but the morning air when I covered her body with my own.

Sway smiled when my lips touched hers, the always-present electrical current between us humming with the rhythm of our movements.

Reaching below the sheets pooled around my waist, I moved between her legs. It was such an overpowering feeling I got the instant I entered her body, every muscle, every nerve ending tensed in anticipation.

Her sparkly green eyes met mine. “Good morning,” Sway mumbled against my lips.

“Good morning, honey.”

And itwasa good morning, because for now, we were here together. I could forget all about my commitments. I could forget all about having to leave later today. Instead, I focused on Sway.

“I love you.” I whispered against her shoulder.

The sun continued to rise, casting a warm glow throughout her bedroom. I looked over at the clock knowing my time here was ending soon. I needed to meet Wes at the Olympia airport in a few hours.

“I need to get up.” I groaned running my hands through my hair, I propped myself up on my elbow to look down at her. “I have to be in Sarver Pennsylvania tonight.”

“Where do you have to go next?” Sway asked rolling over in my arms to look at me.

“I have a busy two weeks.” I tried to think back to my scheduled. “I fly to Sarver today, then to Indy on Thursday. On Monday next week, I have to be in Orlando for a commercial. Then I fly to Pocono again. After that I think I have a few days free before I need to be in Watkins Glen.” I touched her face gently. “After Bristol, I have a two week break. Maybe we can sneak away for a few days together, you and me.” I grinned.

A smile flickered across Sway’s lips. “That would be nice.”

Running my fingertips over her warm flushed cheeks, I thought about how sick she’d been. “How are you feeling?”

“Uh...okay, I guess. I’m actually hungry.” She sat up in bed, pulling on my t-shirt from last night. You could smell bacon being cooked in the kitchen downstairs. “Let’s eat before you leave. Andrea cooks a bitchin’ breakfast.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kissing her once more, I made my way to the bathroom for a quick shower as she headed downstairs.

Once dressed and my bag was packed, I joined her at the kitchen table. Emma was up now, sitting beside Sway, eating. I pushed her off the stool when I walked past, stealing her bacon as I did so.

“You’re such an asshole!” Emma snapped, picking herself up.

My eyebrow arched in response, challenging her. “Really...” I laughed. “I’m the asshole? Do you not rememberanythingfrom last night?”

That shut her up.

Fixing a plate of food, I took notice in how much Sway was eating. Her plate was piled with food and she seemed to be holding it down, which was a good thing.

“I think you have a tape worm or something.” I took a seat next to her. “Where does all that food go?”

“In the toilet,” Emma laughed. “it’s not like she’ll hold it down.”

Sway’s nose scrunched at Emma but continued to scarf down her bacon and eggs. Sure enough, ten minutes after she was finished she ran to the bathroom. I was about to go after her when she slammed the door shut.

“Will you stay here this week?” I asked Emma, setting my plate in the sink. “I’m worried about her.” Leaning against the counter, Logan came strolling in exchanging a glare with me.

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