Page 111 of Butter My Biscuit

“I’m weak when it comes to you,” he admits.

The song ends, and the lead singer of the band looks at us and gives a nod of approval. Then, I turn and see we have an audience, eyes that shouldn’t have ever seen that. Then, I glance at Harrison with his swollen lips and take a few steps away. This can’t get back to Valentine.

I tuck hair behind my ears, and I rush back to the resort, holding my racing heart. A few tears fall, and I hurry forward, entering the elevator. I press the top floor and sigh before the door closes. Harrison steps in, and it shuts behind him. Reaching forward, he wipes away my tears, and then he dips down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, his tongue slides into my mouth, and I feel him hard against me.

“Fuck,” he says as the elevator comes to a stop and he moves to the other side of the box.

“Grace?” one of my sister’s friends who lives in Alpine asks. She’s from our area. “Harrison?”

She’s in her bathing suit, she has a towel in her hand, and she is clearly going to the hot tub. She looks between Harrison and me with a brow popped as she pushes the floor number. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say I’d interrupted something.”

“Nope,” I say as the elevator moves again.

We ride in silence until she exits with a wave.

Harrison leans against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me, as relaxed as he can be. We’ve been playing this staring contest since we were kids, and I feel like I can look into his eyes without blinking for eternity. But I’m always the one to look away first.

Being together is too dangerous.

The doors open on our floor and I rush to our room. Once I open the door, our mouths crash together, and we’re falling into the room, greedily undressing each other. I’m on the floor, and Harrison is on top of me. He pushes his boxers down and slams inside of me, hard and rough. I cry out for more of him with my thighs pushed apart and my knees in the air, wishing he’d give me every bit of him.

“You’re going to break me, and you won’t be around to put me back together again,” I mutter as the movements grow slower, more intense.

His hands are in my hair, his mouth is against mine, and then he’s sucking my neck. I’m desperate for more, for all of him.

Our moans are music, and together, we’re a symphony of need and want. My nails scratch down his back as he grabs my ass, pumping every long and thick inch of himself into me. My back arches, and the quick orgasm rushes through me. I scream out his name. The ecstasy of him has me in a choke hold as every inch of me melts to nothing. His head falls back on his shoulders. He tries to pull out, and I shake my head, digging my heels into his ass as he empties inside of me.

He kisses me, and we stay connected for a few minutes. His nose nuzzles my neck, and he pushes back so he can look into my eyes.

“We can never do that again,” I whisper.

“I know.” I can hear the strain in his voice as he pushes himself up. He looks down at me, still on the floor, a crumpled mess.

“Come on,” he whispers, standing and taking my hand, leading me to the bathroom.

He lights candles and sits on the edge of the tub to draw the water. Then, he fully undresses and steps inside, holding out his hand for me again.

I look at myself in the mirror, seeing the dark bruise on my neck where his mouth was, and slide my fingers down it.

“Is this goodbye?” I meet his intense gaze, needing to know the answer.

“Goodbye to this version of us, princess, becausewe can never do this again. Your words. You chose them. You chose this. Friends forever.”

I take steps toward him, knowing this is the end of us, that whatever magic we have will go back into the bottle for eternity.

As I slide down in front of him and he breathes in my hair and my skin, I close my eyes. “We tell no one.”

He draws an X over his heart, and I do the same, knowing it’s over. For good.

Now, hopefully, we can go back to how things were before. The old us.

24

HARRISON

Iheld her until the morning sunlight rose. Then, I got up, packed my bags, and left before she woke up. We had different flights back since she’d canceled my original ticket, and it’s the loneliest I’ve ever fucking felt. Even though I’m exhausted, I lift the window and watch the sunshine reflect on the water until it goes out of view.

It’s over for us, and I’ve gotten the closure I needed. I take a deep breath, hoping I can move on.

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