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“Hey, I’m going to take care of this,” he says, gesturing to the condom, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
“Sure,” I nod, watching as the lines of his back flex with each movement.
He disappears into the master bathroom, the click of the door echoing softly in the spacious room.
I sit up, my legs feeling like they’re made of something softer than flesh, maybe clouds or whipped cream. The quiet settles in, and before I fully process the moment, reality nudges. Jasper. The thought floods in, swift and clear.
Pushing off the bed, I slip into the living room, bare feet padding against the cool hardwood floor. I grab my phone, dialing Lainey almost on instinct.
“Hey, Lainey. How’s Jasper?” I ask.
“Hey, he’s been great, as always.” Lainey’s voice is a soothing balm. “Ate all of his dinner, took a bath, then zonked out after story time.”
“Thank you again for watching him,” I say, the gratitude in my tone wrapping around each word.
“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you and Jasp. Besides, you deserve a night out, especially with someone as hot as Wyatt Banks. How did it go? Did you two talk yet?” She’s fishing for details, her curiosity as evident as the sparkle in her blue eyes would be if she were in front of me.
“I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, okay?” My lips curve into a smile she can’t see. “Let’s just say… I’m glad I came tonight. I got the clarity I’ve been needing all these years.”
“That’s what counts, right?” There’s a smile in her voice too.
“Right.”
“Feel free to spend the night,” Lainey presses gently. “I have a free morning tomorrow anyway.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Enjoy yourself, you hear me?”
I chuckle. “Deal. Thanks again.” With those words, I end the call and head back to the bedroom, my heart lighter than it’s been in ages.
Before Wyatt emerges from the bathroom, I slip back onto the bed, the cool sheets a contrast to the heat still lingering between us. He returns, the familiar scent of him mixed with mint filling the air.
“Stay the night?” His voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it, carrying a vulnerability that Wyatt Banks rarely reveals.
I pause, my heart pounding, then meet his gaze. “Yes.”
Our lips meet, the kiss tinged with the weight of everything unspoken—a promise, a question, and the feeling that everything is about to change.
Chapter 10
Wyatt
I sling my duffelover my shoulder, the familiar weight grounding me as the airport buzzes around me, a hive of people darting back and forth. It’s Friday morning—almost a week since that night with Chloe. I’ve been busy with games and haven’t talked to her since, but her laugh, her smile—those moments have been stuck in my head, refusing to let go.
“Hey, Banks!” Zach’s voice cuts through the hum of travelers, snapping me out of my reverie. I turn to him, nodding, forcing my mind to shift back to the task at hand—Denver.
“Ready for this?” he asks.
“Always,” I reply, even though part of me is miles away, lost in what was and what could be again with Chloe.
Suddenly a text notification chimes as we converge near the gate. When I fish out my phone, it’s a text from Mark.
Mark: Nice job getting the PR stuff done. You’ve been handling it well.
Wyatt: Just doing what I’m told.
Mark: I know it’s not your style, but it’s working.
