Page 67 of Wish You Knew
Irolled over in bed, only to encounter all the space which went with being alone. Propping myself up on my elbows, I glanced around the room. The bathroom door was open, and there was no sound of anyone in there. The only clothes strewn around the room were mine.
There was absolutely no sign of Scott.
He’d done it again.
He’d run out on me.
So much for a new start.
Overwhelming disappointment flooded through me and I slumped back on the pillows. Why had I believed him last night? Why did I think this time would be any different?
I should have known better.
Throwing the duvet back, I got out of bed and searched the room for my bag. Finally locating it under the sofa, I found my phone and switched it on. Several messages appeared on the screen.
Saff: Well? What’s going on? You never came back after Scott’s set? Tell me you’re okay? Xxx
Bas: Saw you sneaking off with Scott. Hope you had a good night! ;o)
Vivian: Hope you and Scott sorted everything out. I’ll see you both soon x
Defeated, I threw the device down on the sofa.
How could I have been so stupid to think Scott had changed?
Swayed by declarations of love and the most incredible sex of my life, my traitorous body had been the one to respond. I should have listened to my head.
I padded across the room to the bathroom and hooked the hotel robe off the back of the door, wrapping it tightly around my frame. If I packed up now, I could be back home within the hour. Then I could get on with my life. The gold sequinned dress was in a heap on the floor. Part of me wanted to leave the garment in the hotel. Seeing it again would only bring back memories of what could have been.
“Ugh!” I let out a frustrated scream. Fuelled by a desire to get the hell out of the room, I stomped about grabbing clothes, makeup and toiletries, before tossing them all into my suitcase. I’d sort out them when got home. Then I could work on the mess that was my heart.
While I was in the bathroom getting the last few bits, I heard the door to the room open. Expecting it to be housekeeping, I called out. “I’m still here, can you come back later?”
The door slammed shut and I piled up my things in my arms, before exiting the en-suite.
When I saw someone standing in the centre of the bedroom, I let out a shriek, dropping everything onto the floor.
“Do you really want me to come back later?”
Scott held up a Pret carrier bag. He looked deliciously rumpled in his suit, hair awry, stubble darkening his jaw.
The bottom dropped out of my stomach. “I thought you’d gone.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because of your track record?”
He stepped towards me, raking a hand through his hair. “Rosie, last night, and this morning too, I told you I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“When I woke up and you weren’t here, I thought…” I bit my lip. I’d made the assumption he’d run out again. “I thought this, us, was all too much for you and you’d changed your mind.”
Scott let out a throaty laugh. “As if. I brought us breakfast.” He opened up the bag and let me look at the contents. “I can’t quite replicate our first breakfast together, because they don’t sell pancakes, but I hope there’s something in here you’d like.”
“Fuck breakfast, there’s something standing right in front of me I’d like.” Taking the bag from his hand, I dropped it onto the table before wrapping my arms around his neck. “I may need to work up an appetite.”
“Rosie Tatton, you’re insatiable.”
“I don’t see you resisting though…” My lips met his, inhaling his familiar smoky taste. His arms slid around my waist, coming to rest on my hips, pulling me flush against his erection.
