The passage of time sort of lost all meaning when you were in the arms of your mate, just sharing pleasure.
But when the hand on Scarlett’s back started to slide even lower, she knew they needed to stop now… or they weren’t going to till the sun came up.
And as much as the idea made her shiver in excitement, that was just a little bit fast for her—and a bit too incriminating when she had to return home. There would be no “walk of shame happening” tomorrow; no, sir!
So very reluctantly, Scarlett pulled away, forcing herself not to give in when he followed after her, leaning close to kiss her… though she did let him get away with one last, short kiss.
“What are we going to do…?” she murmured. “It’s not like you can stay in town forever.”
“No, I can’t.”
It wasn’t anything Scarlett didn’t know already, but him confirming it still hurt.
