Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Blaire
His breathing evened out an hour ago, but I couldn’t get out of bed. I laid next to him, his arm protectively around my abdomen, and watched him sleep.
There’s been plenty of time for me to second-guess everything that happened today, and I’ve tried in a very me-like way, but I just can’t make it happen.
Holt was rough yet tender, crass yet careful, smoldering yet sensitive, and I can’t make myself wish I’d made another decision rather than to be with him. Even so, I know the choice I have to make now, and that’s to be realistic. Smart. Gone.
I close my eyes. Even hours later, I can feel him inside me. The taste of his sweat is fresh on my tongue. The strength of his arms as he scooped me up and carried me to bed and lavished kisses against every inch of my body is at the forefront of my brain.
The safety of his gaze. The gentleness of his touch.
The absolute control in which he executed every second of last night will be the bar that every man after him is compared to.
But the longer I lie here and relish Holt’s hard body next to mine, the more difficult it will be to extricate myself from this situation scot-free.
Lifting his arm off my stomach, I slip quietly out of bed. The silk sheets are decadent, and I have a notion to cancel the room my family got me across town and get another one here, but I don’t.
My dress slips across my body, and my shoes and purse are in my hands in a couple of seconds flat. I tiptoe toward the door but stop when I see a notepad sitting by the little lamp on the table near the window.
Holt,
Thank you for a wonderful evening.
Blaire
I place the pen next to it and go to leave but stop again. Fishing through my purse, I find the red panties I removed inconspicuously during dinner and lay them next to the note.
With a final look at a man I’ll never see again, I let myself out.