It had been the best lunch break of my entire life.
As soon as my feet were in the shoes, Nate wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up against him. “We should do this every week.”
“What? Hotel sex?”
He shook his head. “Lunch.”
“Well…” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “We technically didn’t have lunch.”
“You know what I mean.” He rubbed his nose against mine and sighed. “We should take time to have lunch together once a week.”
Feeling all warm and mushy I nodded. “I’d love that.”
“Good.” He pulled away but just to reach for my coat. “I better get you back.”
He helped me into the coat and then pulled me against him again, my back to his chest. His lips brushed my ears and then he whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Liv.”
I smiled, curious at his sudden positivity toward the concept. “Valentine’s Day was yesterday.”
Nate turned me in his arms and grinned. “Every day is Valentine’s Day with you.”
I grinned back. “Nate Sawyer, you charmer you.”
“It was a good line, wasn’t it?”
“It was a freaking awesome line.” I grabbed his hand and led him toward the door. “Why didn’t I think of it?”
“You can make it up to me tonight.”
“More sex?” I said incredulously as we walked out into the hallway. “Can our bodies take it?”
“We just need to refuel first.”
“Then sex it is.”
We walked hand in hand back to the elevator, brimming with satisfaction and contentment. I was practically humming to myself as we got into the elevator. Even the crappy elevator music couldn’t spoil my mood.
“So…” I said, “Would you rather have sex in a haunted bed or on a beach with the kind of sand that’s more like grain and pebbles and dirt than actual sand?”
“It depends… who is haunting the bed?” Nate turned to catch my eye.
Seeing the word ‘threesome’ gleam with mirth in his eyes I said, “Jimmy Stewart.”
He grimaced like a little boy. “Spoil sport.”
The elevator doors pinged open and the woman who’d been sharing it with us shot us both a horrified look before hurrying out of it ahead of us.
Nate and I turned slowly to look at each other and we drew stares from the other hotel patrons as we strolled arm and arm out of there, laughing the whole damn way.
Hannah and Marco
The sound of two of my colleagues talking in the hallway met my ears as I packed up for the day and it made me smile.
I thought about what it was like for me when I first started teaching English to high schoolers. The long hours parents didn’t see. How I’d finally look up from my marking and planning to see the clock on my wall said seven o’ clock in the evening, how the school around me was eerily quiet because most of my colleagues had left ages ago.
That all changed when Marco came back into my life.
I had a husband and children who needed me to be home at a decent hour.