<span id="kobo.9.1">I<span id="kobo.10.1"> couldn’t remember<span id="kobo.11.1"> thest time I was so rxed. <span id="kobo.11.2">The whole weekend seemed over-the-top to me. <span id="kobo.11.3">I’d only nced at the list of activities without reading it through. <span id="kobo.11.4">The first was archery. <span id="kobo.11.5">Damn, wasn’t being here good enough? <span id="kobo.11.6">I had no idea why they wouldn’t just ept a check for this. <span id="kobo.11.7">Why it was necessary for us to participate?
<span id="kobo.12.1">The best thing about this weekend was spending some time with Reese. <span id="kobo.12.2">I couldn’t exin the connection I felt to her. <span id="kobo.12.3">It was abination of kinship and attraction.
<span id="kobo.13.1">I grabbed my keycard and left my room, intending to knock on Reese’s door. <span id="kobo.13.2">We’d been given adjacent rooms. <span id="kobo.13.3">The receptionist thought we were together, which suited me fine.
<span id="kobo.14.1">I chuckled at my own story. <span id="kobo.14.2">I wasn’t usually a humorous guy. <span id="kobo.14.3">If you believed my ex-wife, I was the exact opposite. <span id="kobo.14.4">But being around Reese had an interesting effect on me.
<span id="kobo.15.1">I knocked at her door and got no answer. <span id="kobo.15.2">Maybe she was already outside. <span id="kobo.15.3">We hadn’t talked in detail about how we would handle this. <span id="kobo.15.4">We had to make enough appearances to give the impression that we were a couple, but we were going to y the what and where by ear.
<span id="kobo.16.1">On my way out, I took stock of the hotel. <span id="kobo.16.2">It was one of the most rmended for a getaway near Chicago. <span id="kobo.16.3">It got on my nerves that the charity was wasting money housing us all here, but I appreciated the lodgings.
<span id="kobo.17.1">I went outside, following the signs for archery, remembering from the listed activities that it was going to start soon. <span id="kobo.17.2">I crossed the open field, looking around. <span id="kobo.17.3">In the distance, there were already a few people gathered. <span id="kobo.17.4">One of them was Reese, and my body instantly reacted to her.
<span id="kobo.18.1">Pull yourself together. <span id="kobo.18.2">You’re here to take a few people off her back—and yours. <span id="kobo.18.3">That’s it. <span id="kobo.18.4">Don’tplicate matters… <span id="kobo.18.5">even though she is the most interesting woman you’ve ever met.
<span id="kobo.19.1">As I approached, I realized her ex was there. <span id="kobo.19.2">The guy wouldn’t give her a break. <span id="kobo.20.1">What is his deal?
<span id="kobo.21.1">‘Reese, you have to wait for me, babe,’ I said, deciding toy it on thick. <span id="kobo.21.2">I didn’t know this bozo from Adam, but I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
<span id="kobo.22.1">Reese nced over her shoulder. <span id="kobo.22.2">Was it my imagination, or did she seem happy to see me? <span id="kobo.22.3">Not just relieved but <span id="kobo.23.1">happy<span id="kobo.24.1">?
<span id="kobo.25.1">‘You could have just joined me in the shower instead ofing here early,’ I continued.
<span id="kobo.26.1">Sheughed nervously, but I noticed a light blush on her neck. <span id="kobo.26.2">‘I thought I’d check out the premises. <span id="kobo.26.3">I texted you. <span id="kobo.26.4">Didn’t you see it?’
<span id="kobo.27.1">‘No.’ <span id="kobo.27.2">That was the truth. <span id="kobo.27.3">‘I’ve put my phone on Airne Mode. <span id="kobo.27.4">I don’t want anyone disturbing our weekend together.’
<span id="kobo.28.1">I looked at Malcolm with fake interest, putting an arm around Reese’s waist. <span id="kobo.28.2">‘You’re alone?’
<span id="kobo.29.1">I could practically hear my words stirring in his head. <span id="kobo.29.2">He first looked at my hand on her hip and then between the two of us as if trying to put two and two together.
<span id="kobo.30.1">“No. <span id="kobo.30.2">My wife is going to catch up with uster.”
<span id="kobo.31.1">Reese stiffened under my touch at the word <span id="kobo.32.1">wife<span id="kobo.33.1">.
<span id="kobo.34.1">‘How long has this been going on?’ <span id="kobo.34.2">the douche asked.
<span id="kobo.35.1">I kissed the side of Reese’s head. <span id="kobo.35.2">She was a genius for preparing a game n before we arrived.
<span id="kobo.36.1">‘Three weeks,’ I said.
<span id="kobo.37.1">Malcolm frowned and then looked incredulous. <span id="kobo.37.2">‘That’s not long at all.’
<span id="kobo.38.1">‘Feels like we’ve known each other forever.’ <span id="kobo.38.2">I took Reese’s hand, kissing the back of it. <span id="kobo.38.3">I turned it around and nted a kiss there too. <span id="kobo.38.4">Then I held her palm against my cheek, tilting so I could make eye contact with her. <span id="kobo.38.5">The smile on her face wasn’t fake. <span id="kobo.38.6">Not even one bit.
<span id="kobo.39.1">I looked back at Malcolm. <span id="kobo.39.2">He seemed stricken.
<span id="kobo.40.1">Tough luck, pal. <span id="kobo.40.2">You let a good woman go, and now you can suck it.
<span id="kobo.41.1">‘And how exactly did you meet?’ <span id="kobo.41.2">The guy was unbelievable.
<span id="kobo.42.1">‘Reese, you tell the story. <span id="kobo.42.2">You always tell it better. <span id="kobo.42.3">I was too preupied thinking how to ask you to go out with me to pay attention to what was happening.”
<span id="kobo.43.1">That wasn’t even a stretch. <span id="kobo.43.2">If she had indeed walked into my store, and I hadn’t been idiotic enough to think she might want to fish me, I would have definitely asked her out.
<span id="kobo.44.1">‘I went into his store because I needed a dress for an event. <span id="kobo.44.2">It wasn’t for this one… <span id="kobo.44.3">I don’t think. <span id="kobo.44.4">I can’t actually remember. <span id="kobo.44.5">Anyway, we started off on the wrong foot. <span id="kobo.44.6">He thought I was a gold digger. <span id="kobo.44.7">Then one thing led to another, and he asked me out.’ <span id="kobo.44.8">She was good at this—the pretend pauses, the frown.
<span id="kobo.45.1">A weight pressed on my chest. <span id="kobo.45.2">My ex was good at telling stories, too, and that didn’t sit well with me. <span id="kobo.45.3">But Reese wasn’t my ex. <span id="kobo.45.4">And even if she turned out to be like her, it wouldn’t matter. <span id="kobo.45.5">We’d get through this weekend, and that would get us what we both wanted.
<span id="kobo.46.1">‘I see,’ Malcolm said after Reese finished talking. <span id="kobo.46.2">‘Dominic, are you good at archery?”
<span id="kobo.47.1">‘No, but I’ll cheer Reese on.’ <span id="kobo.47.2">I needed to get rid of this guy.
<span id="kobo.48.1">We were putting on a good show, but it was taking a toll on Reese. <span id="kobo.48.2">I knew exactly how to get him out of the way. <span id="kobo.48.3">‘Isn’t that right?’
<span id="kobo.49.1">I turned her slightly to me. <span id="kobo.49.2">She pushed her tongue out, licking her lower lip. <span id="kobo.49.3">I followed my instinct, tilting over her and capturing her mouth. <span id="kobo.49.4">She was soft against my body, and it just fueled me on. <span id="kobo.49.5">She gave me ess, molding herself against my chest.
<span id="kobo.50.1">I didn’t need any further invitation. <span id="kobo.50.2">I cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss, exploring her. <span id="kobo.50.3">I’d fantasized about this exact moment, and it was even better than I’d dreamed up. <span id="kobo.50.4">She tasted delicious, like cinnamon and an underlying sweetness I liked too much. <span id="kobo.50.5">Her body was soft and on edge at the same time.
<span id="kobo.51.1">A light buzz filled me. <span id="kobo.51.2">It was electrifying. <span id="kobo.51.3">Could she feel it too?
<span id="kobo.52.1">I wanted to touch every part of her. <span id="kobo.52.2">I wanted to make her mine.
<span id="kobo.53.1">***
<span id="kobo.55.1">Reese
<span id="kobo.56.1">H<span id="kobo.57.1">ow was this kiss so<span id="kobo.58.1"> amazing? <span id="kobo.58.2">It wasn’t fair. <span id="kobo.58.3">I was putty in his hands, my body more alive than it had been in years. <span id="kobo.58.4">I felt the thrum of his heart in his chest. <span id="kobo.58.5">All I wanted was to sink my hands into his hair.
<span id="kobo.59.1">Oh, why not? <span id="kobo.59.2">We might be pretending, but this kiss is so good that it can’t be anything other than real.
<span id="kobo.60.1">I rose onto my toes, needing to get rid of some of the vibrant energy filling me. <span id="kobo.60.2">I wrapped both hands in his hair, threading my fingers through it. <span id="kobo.60.3">He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and lowered his hand from the middle of my back down to the small of it, pressing me against him.
<span id="kobo.61.1">‘Now, I think everybody is here,’ a voice cut through the air.
<span id="kobo.62.1">Noooo!<span id="kobo.63.1"> I didn’t want this to stop.
<span id="kobo.64.1">Reluctantly, I pulled away. <span id="kobo.64.2">Dom and I made eye contact for a split second, and then I quickly looked away.
<span id="kobo.65.1">It was only a few secondster that I remembered Malcolm was next to us. <span id="kobo.65.2">His face was a few shades paler than before. <span id="kobo.65.3">Hell yes! <span id="kobo.65.4">We’d managed to stun him. <span id="kobo.65.5">Good. <span id="kobo.65.6">He’d always said I was a stick-in-the-mud because I wasn’t into big public disys of affection. <span id="kobo.65.7">Truthfully, I usually wasn’t, but that kiss had given me <span id="kobo.66.1">life<span id="kobo.67.1">.
<span id="kobo.68.1">‘Reese, I was hoping you’d be here already,’ Monika said.
<span id="kobo.69.1">She looked from me to Dom and sighed. <span id="kobo.69.2">My God, he hadn’t been joking. <span id="kobo.69.3">He was truly a ma for women, and they didn’t even know he was a fantastic kisser. <span id="kobo.69.4">And a good person. <span id="kobo.69.5">Maybe he wasn’t as grumpy as I initially thought? <span id="kobo.69.6">He certainly was ying his part as the devoted boyfriend well.
<span id="kobo.70.1">‘Reese is a very good archer,’ she said, speaking to the group atrge.
<span id="kobo.71.1">I didn’t even dare look up at Dom. <span id="kobo.71.2">Could he tell how much I enjoyed our kiss? <span id="kobo.71.3">Had he?
<span id="kobo.72.1">I took in a deep breath and finally risked a nce at him. <span id="kobo.72.2">Holy shit! <span id="kobo.72.3">I all but melted. <span id="kobo.72.4">His gaze was fixed on me as if he wanted to read my every thought. <span id="kobo.72.5">I fidgeted in my spot, taking a deep breath and shing a smile at the host.
<span id="kobo.73.1">‘I can show everyone how to use the equipment,’ I said. <span id="kobo.73.2">“For those who need instructions, I mean.”
<span id="kobo.74.1">Dom walked right behind me as we headed to retrieve our bows and arrows. <span id="kobo.74.2">There were several targetsid out, each at a different distance. <span id="kobo.74.3">I’d learned this useless skill at a camp years ago and aced it.
<span id="kobo.75.1">‘I invoke boyfriend privilege,’ I heard Dom say from a distance. <span id="kobo.75.2">‘I’ll get closer to take a look and maybe get some pointers.’
<span id="kobo.76.1">I looked over my shoulder. <span id="kobo.76.2">A lot of people had joined us. <span id="kobo.76.3">Dom seemed even sexier to me than before as he strutted down the field with all the confidence in the world,ing over next to me.
<span id="kobo.77.1">‘Come on, Reese, show me what you’ve got,’ he said.
<span id="kobo.78.1">I double-checked that there was no one around, then leaned into him. <span id="kobo.78.2">‘That was surprising. <span id="kobo.78.3">Very unexpected. <span id="kobo.78.4">And we didn’t get to discuss…’ <span id="kobo.78.5">My voice faded. <span id="kobo.78.6">What could I say? <span id="kobo.78.7">Kissing, touching, tearing each other’s clothes off?
<span id="kobo.79.1">No, Reese, that’spletely out of the question.
<span id="kobo.80.1">‘Did it bother you?’ <span id="kobo.80.2">he asked. <span id="kobo.80.3">His voice sounded different, though I couldn’t tell why. <span id="kobo.80.4">When I nced up at him, his expression was unreadable.
<span id="kobo.81.1">‘No, not at all. <span id="kobo.81.2">I wasn’t expecting it, but that was a nice touch.’
<span id="kobo.82.1">His expression turned from unreadable to smug. <span id="kobo.82.2">‘Since we’re doing this, we should do it well.”
<span id="kobo.83.1">I was tempted to ask exactly what he meant by that. <span id="kobo.83.2">More kissing? <span id="kobo.83.3">Could I jump him in public and pretend I just wanted a kiss? <span id="kobo.83.4">Could I insist we practice behind closed doors?
<span id="kobo.84.1">Get a grip on yourself. <span id="kobo.84.2">He isn’t doing this because he’s attracted to you. <span id="kobo.84.3">He’s benefiting from this too. <span id="kobo.84.4">And he pities you.
<span id="kobo.85.1">There was no mistaking that. <span id="kobo.85.2">I’d seen it in his eyes when I told him my life story in the coatroom.
<span id="kobo.86.1">‘Now, pay attention,’ I instructed. <span id="kobo.86.2">I picked up the bow and held my hand over the arrows. <span id="kobo.86.3">They were all identical, but I wanted to get a feel for them. <span id="kobo.86.4">Plucking one that took my fancy, I positioned it and pulled at the bow, putting the forefinger of my left hand on the flexible part of the arch and setting the arrow on top of my finger. <span id="kobo.86.5">‘Your finger, the arrow, and the target must be in line.’
<span id="kobo.87.1">‘I heard you’re the top scorer,’ he said.
<span id="kobo.88.1">I grinned without moving from my position. <span id="kobo.88.2">He stepped up behind me. <span id="kobo.88.3">If he touched me, I wasn’t going to be able to focus.
<span id="kobo.89.1">‘He’s watching,’ Dom whispered. <span id="kobo.89.2">His hand went to my waist and slid around to my belly. <span id="kobo.89.3">He syed it wide, and I felt every finger press against my muscles.
<span id="kobo.90.1">I swallowed hard, trying to focus.
<span id="kobo.91.1">This was the easiest target, and I was a pro. <span id="kobo.91.2">I never missed.
<span id="kobo.92.1">Positioning my fingers, I blinked a few times and then opened my eyes wide. <span id="kobo.92.2">I let the arrow go. <span id="kobo.92.3">It went spectacrly off course. <span id="kobo.92.4">There were cheers behind me. <span id="kobo.92.5">I blushed furiously. <span id="kobo.92.6">Dom startedughing.
<span id="kobo.93.1">‘Well, that was shit,’ he eximed, and I startedughing too.
<span id="kobo.94.1">‘My God, it really was. <span id="kobo.94.2">My focus is shot.’ <span id="kobo.94.3">I wasn’t sure if it was from the kiss or the way Dom held me. <span id="kobo.94.4">Either way, I wanted more—of Dom, not archery.