it’s to keep people out. But this time, it’s to keep me in. I grab my phone and call Van.
“What’s up, Lune?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Van. I need rehab.”
He laughs. “Still caught up in that lawyer? Other than work stuff, you guys haven’t been together in over a week, right? Shouldn’t you be over him by now?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Well, actually, we kind of hooked up tonight at the party.”
“What? Tonight? When? He had a fucking date, Luna!”
I scrunch down when he yells at me. “I know, I know. I fucked up, okay? I just saw him for the first time in a week and I had this overwhelming urge to go to him. Then she was there and I was angry and jealous and just had to have him. I don’t know what to do, Van.”
He scoffs and I’m sure he’s shaking his head at me. “Stay away from him, Luna. Let the connection slip away, all right? Time and space between you will end it. Trust me, it always does.”
I nod. “Okay, I’m sure you’re right. I can do this. I’m strong, tough, independent. I don’t need any man.”
He laughs. “Except for Ridge, Lane, and me, right?”
I laugh and agree. “Night, Van.”
“Night, you crazy-ass woman.”
I laugh and hang up the phone. I talk to myself in my head, repeating all the things Van and I just said. I just need to get my mind off Daniel and not see him. I can handle that. That’s easy, right?”
There’s a knock at the door and I pull it open, knowing who it will be. Daniel is on the other side, looking tired, haggard, and all-around worn out. He shrugs and I smile. That’s all we need. I rush to him and he rushes to me, our lips meeting in the middle.
“Fuck the heartbreak. You’re worth one last time,” he says against my lips as he kicks the door closed and carries me to my room.
He pushes into me and says, “This is it. Our last time.”
I nod my head. “Tomorrow, we move on,” I pant out between labored breaths.
“Fuck, this feels so good.”
I push against his chest and roll us over so I’m on top. I move up and down his length with his hands holding on to my hips. “Better make it count.”
He chuckles as he watches me move up and down. “Oh, this is going to fucking count, baby.” He lifts his hips and my head falls back as a moan escapes. He sits up and catches a nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it, pushing me over the edge. My release takes me, and the moment it ends, he’s changing positions, pushing into me from behind. When his release explodes, he falls to my side and pulls me against his chest.
We cuddle and kiss. We talk and laugh. And when the sun starts to rise, he brushes a hair away from my face and says, “Stay awake. Our time is almost up.”
My eyes flutter open and I lean in, kissing him. “I’m not sleeping. Just resting and enjoying the moment.” I give him a sleepy smile.
I can feel his eyes on my face as he slowly kisses my forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, and chin—all of them feather-soft touches. They relax me and make me melt into him. He keeps them going along my neck, collarbone, chest, the swell of my breast, between my breasts, my ribs, my belly button, my hip bone, and finally, the place where he belongs. My legs spread wide for him as he runs his tongue between my folds. My whole body shudders with the release that’s building.
I’m sitting at the studio the next day as we play all our songs for the label to decide which ones will be going on the album. I’m listening to a song being played back when a big yawn escapes.
Van leans closer. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
I roll my eyes. “Didn’t sleep at all is more like it.”
“It’ll get easier.”
I’m too big of a chicken to tell him that Daniel showed up last night and we spent the entire night in many different positions—none of them being the position I was supposed to be in. I’m so tired that I can’t pay attention. My mind keeps going back to why I’m so tired to begin with.
Daniel.
I think it’s easy to see that if this keeps up, I’m going to be head over heels in love