Chapter 9
NINE
GIGI
I barely stir awake when a firm weight tightens around my waist, pulling my back against a hard wall. My eyes fly open. A slow grin spreads across my lips as the weight and wall have a name.
"Justin," I murmur, feeling warmth spread through me.
"Mmm." He nuzzles the sensitive spot below my ear, sending a flutter through me. "Morning, Gigi."
I bite my lip to keep from giggling. Who knew his voice was even deeper and huskier first thing in the morning? I guess I know now. I know because I spent the night in bed with Justin.
I wait for a pang of regret or even doubt. It doesn’t come. Instead, I feel a strange sense of contentment, as if this is where I’m supposed to be.
He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. His eyes are soft, his hair adorably tousled. "You slept well?"
"Better than I have in a long time," I admit, reaching up to trace a finger along his jawline. "You?"
"Like a rock," he says with a grin, leaning down to kiss me. It starts slow and gentle, but quickly deepens, both of us losing ourselves in the moment.
After a few minutes, he pulls back with a reluctant sigh. "I have to go," he says, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "But I have something really big in store. So I’ll meet you at the wedding."
Curiosity piques, but I don’t press him for details. "Okay," I say, smiling. "I’ll see you there."
He gives me one last lingering kiss before slipping out of bed and getting dressed. I watch him, my heart full, and once he’s gone, I lie back against the pillows, trying to make sense of my jumbled emotions.
Selena bursts into my room, her eyes wild with excitement. “Was it my imagination, or do I detect a hint of man musk?”
I pull the comforter up over my body.
“I knew it! I knew I saw a hunky mountain man slipping out of the house," she teases, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Tell. Me. Everything.”
I blush, pulling the blankets up to my chin. "Selena, I… I…” I sigh. “Oh, God. I’m such an idiot.”
“No you aren’t.”
“Then what do you call a woman who’s gone and fallen for the guy she’s supposed to be fake dating?”
“One word. Lucky.”