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Cherish Me Forever: Chapter 9

    <span id="kobo.7.1">T<span id="kobo.8.1">he next morning was<span id="kobo.9.1"> a shit show. <span id="kobo.9.2">When we woke up, the storm was still raging. <span id="kobo.9.3">The rain was so heavy that you could barely see a foot in front of you. <span id="kobo.9.4">There was no way we could go back outside to continue the activities, so I wasn’t surprised at all when Monika sent everyone an email.


    <span id="kobo.10.1">Subject: Activities canceled.


    <span id="kobo.11.1">I’m sorry to spring this on you, but the weather forecast will not improve today. <span id="kobo.11.2">You are, of course, wee to stay at the hotel for the rest of the day. <span id="kobo.11.3">My team and I will n another event to rece this one.


    <span id="kobo.12.1">Before I had a chance to reply, there was a knock at the door.


    <span id="kobo.13.1">‘Who is it?’ <span id="kobo.13.2">I called.


    <span id="kobo.14.1">‘Dom.’


    <span id="kobo.15.1">I scrambled to my feet, taking the bathrobe from the hook on the bathroom door and throwing it over me—I was wearing a shirt but wasmando downstairs. <span id="kobo.15.2">I secured the robe around my waist before opening the door. <span id="kobo.15.3">‘Come in. <span id="kobo.15.4">Did you read the email?’


    <span id="kobo.16.1">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.16.2">What do you want to do? <span id="kobo.16.3">Want to stick around here?’


    <span id="kobo.17.1">‘Hell no. <span id="kobo.17.2">Can you imagine anything worse than being trapped with Malcolm in a hotel?’


    <span id="kobo.18.1">He snorted. <span id="kobo.18.2">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.18.3">Being trapped with him <span id="kobo.19.1">and<span id="kobo.20.1"> everyone else.’


    <span id="kobo.21.1">I grinned. <span id="kobo.21.2">‘All right. <span id="kobo.21.3">I don’t need a lot of time to pack.’


    <span id="kobo.22.1">I didn’t know why I was so nervous. <span id="kobo.22.2">Last night it felt like something had passed between us, an understanding of sorts. <span id="kobo.22.3">Something more real than anything I’d experienced in years.


    <span id="kobo.23.1">I loved that he’d opened up to me. <span id="kobo.23.2">After we fell on the ground, it felt like he was about to kiss me. <span id="kobo.23.3">Of course, I was probably projecting because I would have loved that… <span id="kobo.23.4">even though I knew it would justplicate matters.


    <span id="kobo.24.1">“My bag’s already packed,’ he said.


    <span id="kobo.25.1">“Wow. <span id="kobo.25.2">When?”


    <span id="kobo.26.1">“I woke up too early and didn’t have anything to do.”


    <span id="kobo.27.1">‘I can join you in the reception area in—’ I nced at the clock on the nightstand. <span id="kobo.27.2">‘—let’s say fifteen minutes.’


    <span id="kobo.28.1">‘That sounds good. <span id="kobo.28.2">I can hunt down some breakfast if you want.’


    <span id="kobo.29.1">I nodded. <span id="kobo.29.2">‘Yes, please.’


    <span id="kobo.30.1">We were such a great team. <span id="kobo.30.2">But I was relieved that we didn’t have to put on a show today. <span id="kobo.30.3">Yesterday had already been moreplex than I’d anticipated… <span id="kobo.30.4">and more confusing. <span id="kobo.30.5">I didn’t think I could do one more full day.


    <span id="kobo.31.1">I’d put my bag on top of the armoire, which was super high, so I shoved the desk chair over to it. <span id="kobo.31.2">I’d practically fallen off the dang thing when I’d set the bag up there in the first ce.


    <span id="kobo.32.1">‘I can do it.’ <span id="kobo.32.2">Dom obviously saw the precariousness of it all.


    <span id="kobo.33.1">‘No, that’s fine,’ I said with bravado.


    <span id="kobo.34.1">I stretched my leg up to the chair, and then I heard Dom suck in a breath. <span id="kobo.34.2">I nced at him, noticing his eyes were fixed on my center.


    <span id="kobo.35.1">My entire body was on fire, and my stomach turned into a tight ball. <span id="kobo.35.2">I’d forgotten I wasn’t wearing any underwear. <span id="kobo.35.3">And Dom had a direct view to mydy bits.


    <span id="kobo.36.1">I gasped, quickly putting my leg down and wrapping the robe around my thighs.


    <span id="kobo.37.1">He cleared his throat, turning to one side. <span id="kobo.37.2">‘I didn’t see anything.’


    <span id="kobo.38.1">‘Yes, you did. <span id="kobo.38.2">Don’t lie to me.’


    <span id="kobo.39.1">‘I was trying to be a gentleman.’


    <span id="kobo.40.1">I was <span id="kobo.41.1">so<span id="kobo.42.1"> embarrassed.


    <span id="kobo.43.1">‘I’ll just wait for you at reception,’ he said.


    <span id="kobo.44.1">‘Great idea,’ I muttered as he went past me. <span id="kobo.44.2">I put my palms on my cheeks, closing my eyes and drawing in deep breaths, trying to calm down. <span id="kobo.44.3">It was no use.


    <span id="kobo.45.1">How am I going to spend the next two hours in a car with him? <span id="kobo.45.2">Why did I think it was smart to ride here with him?


    <span id="kobo.46.1">A few secondster, I got a grip on myself. <span id="kobo.46.2">I’d focus on packing and just take it from there. <span id="kobo.46.3">I identally shed him. <span id="kobo.46.4">So what? <span id="kobo.46.5">These things happened.


    <span id="kobo.47.1">Though I didn’t know in what universe.


    <span id="kobo.48.1">I threw my things in the bag quickly. <span id="kobo.48.2">Since I’d washed my hairst night to get all the debris out—no more creepy-crawlies, thank God—I didn’t bother with a shower. <span id="kobo.48.3">I refreshed my face, brushed my teeth, and applied some makeup.


    <span id="kobo.49.1">Now I just had to face Dom.


    <span id="kobo.50.1">I’d been through my fair share of embarrassing situations in my life. <span id="kobo.50.2">I could handle this.


    <span id="kobo.51.1">Five minutester, I was having second thoughts when I spotted Dom standing near the doorway in the reception area. <span id="kobo.51.2">This was going to be awkward. <span id="kobo.51.3">Since everything was paid for, there was no need to line up at the desk; we simply dropped our keycards in the box designated for them.


    <span id="kobo.52.1">Taking a deep breath, I rolled my suitcase toward him. <span id="kobo.52.2">He looked immensely sexy in his polo t-shirt. <span id="kobo.52.3">His ink was on full disy, and I approved. <span id="kobo.52.4">He should do away with shirts altogether. <span id="kobo.52.5">When you had forearms and biceps like that, why hide them?


    <span id="kobo.53.1">‘We can go,’ I said, my voice squeaky.


    <span id="kobo.54.1">‘I’ll take your luggage for you. <span id="kobo.54.2">This is our breakfast, by the way.”


    <span id="kobo.55.1">He held up arge paper bag.


    <span id="kobo.56.1">“I’ll carry that.” <span id="kobo.56.2">I took the bag from him. <span id="kobo.56.3">They’d obviously packed hot beverages, too, because the paper was warm.


    <span id="kobo.57.1">He didn’t seem embarrassed at all about my little scene earlier. <span id="kobo.58.1">Should I bring it up?<span id="kobo.59.1"> That had been my initial n, but I simply couldn’t.


    <span id="kobo.60.1">‘Okay, let’s go.’ <span id="kobo.60.2">Holy shit, my voice was even worse than before.


    <span id="kobo.61.1">‘We have to run to the car. <span id="kobo.61.2">I have my jacket here for you. <span id="kobo.61.3">The hotel won’t lend us any umbres, though they wouldn’t help anyway. <span id="kobo.61.4">The wind is too strong.’


    <span id="kobo.62.1">I tilted my head at him, confused. <span id="kobo.62.2">“I already have a jacket on.”


    <span id="kobo.63.1">“You can put it over your head, or your hair will get wet.”


    <span id="kobo.64.1">“That’s no problem.” <span id="kobo.64.2">I waved my hand, then grinned. <span id="kobo.64.3">“Let’s see who gets there first. <span id="kobo.64.4">Race me.”


    <span id="kobo.65.1">‘With your track record, you’d just manage to hurt yourself.’ <span id="kobo.65.2">He smiled, then startedughing.


    <span id="kobo.66.1">‘Catch me if you can,’ I called over my shoulder as I ran out the door.


    <span id="kobo.67.1">I had to make an actual effort to see where I was stepping and to locate the car.


    <span id="kobo.68.1">We weren’t the first ones to leave, as the parking lot was significantly emptier than yesterday. <span id="kobo.68.2">I only realized I’d passed his car when I heard the sound of the engine starting and turned my head.


    <span id="kobo.69.1">Dom was quite a bit behind me, but he’d clicked on the remote, starting his vehicle.


    <span id="kobo.70.1">‘I’m so cold,’ I muttered to myself when I got inside the car. <span id="kobo.70.2">My clothes were sticking to me. <span id="kobo.70.3">It wasn’t awful, but it was ufortable. <span id="kobo.70.4">I took off the jacket, putting it in the back. <span id="kobo.70.5">The bag with our breakfast was soaked.


    <span id="kobo.71.1">Dom joined me a few secondster. <span id="kobo.71.2">He wasn’t in any better shape, water dripping from his hair.


    <span id="kobo.72.1">‘Want me to turn on the heat?’ <span id="kobo.72.2">he asked while he got rid of his jacket.


    <span id="kobo.73.1">‘Yes, please.’


    <span id="kobo.74.1">I opened the breakfast bag. <span id="kobo.74.2">It contained toast, bacon and coffee. <span id="kobo.74.3">I didn’t care much for the bacon, but I did need something to warm me up.


    <span id="kobo.75.1">Grabbing one of the cups, I took a sip and then sighed. <span id="kobo.75.2">‘Oh, this is good. <span id="kobo.75.3">I can feel lifeing back to my limbs. <span id="kobo.75.4">By the way… <span id="kobo.75.5">I won.’


    <span id="kobo.76.1">He winked. <span id="kobo.76.2">‘You’re here in one piece, so I consider that <span id="kobo.77.1">my<span id="kobo.78.1"> win.’


    <span id="kobo.79.1">There was a yful glint in his eyes. <span id="kobo.79.2">I had to address the elephant in the room.


    <span id="kobo.80.1">‘I’m sorry about… <span id="kobo.80.2">before… <span id="kobo.80.3">in the room.’


    <span id="kobo.81.1">His eyes glinted even more. <span id="kobo.81.2">‘As I said, I didn’t see much.’


    <span id="kobo.82.1">‘Right, just the essential parts,’ I filled in for him.


    <span id="kobo.83.1">He grinned. <span id="kobo.83.2">‘Something like that. <span id="kobo.83.3">Don’t worry about it, Reese. <span id="kobo.83.4">It was just unexpected, that’s all.’


    <span id="kobo.84.1">‘You don’t say. <span id="kobo.84.2">I’d be shocked, too, if someone shed me their pussy.”


    <span id="kobo.85.1">He swallowed hard and then covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a fit ofughter. <span id="kobo.85.2">Then he started to choke.


    <span id="kobo.86.1">Well, today is off to a good start.


    <span id="kobo.87.1">‘I’m sorry, my humor is way off this morning. <span id="kobo.87.2">It usually is when I’m nervous.’


    <span id="kobo.88.1">He cleared his throat. <span id="kobo.88.2">‘There’s no need to be nervous, Reese.’


    <span id="kobo.89.1">I handed him his coffee and breakfast so he could get things situated before we started our drive home, then grabbed my phone.


    <span id="kobo.90.1">“Let me just text my gran that I’ll be back earlier. <span id="kobo.90.2">Maybe she has time to meet up.”


    <span id="kobo.91.1">“You’re really close to your family. <span id="kobo.91.2">How about your dad? <span id="kobo.91.3">You mentioned your cousins but not him.”


    <span id="kobo.92.1">“He moved to London after they sold the bookstore chain. <span id="kobo.92.2">He remarried recently, and now we have a half sister. <span id="kobo.92.3">I wish I could be closer to them, but it’s hard, even with all the technology. <span id="kobo.92.4">I try to make up for my absence with presents, and I’ll shower her with gifts on Christmas. <span id="kobo.92.5">She’ll love everything that’s on my list.”


    <span id="kobo.93.1">“You already have a Christmas list?”


    <span id="kobo.94.1">“Oh yeah. <span id="kobo.94.2">I have many people to shop for, so I always start early.”


    <span id="kobo.95.1">We spoke about Christmas shopping a bit longer, and then about everything under the sun. <span id="kobo.95.2">It was so easy talking to him.


    <span id="kobo.96.1">“Where do you want me to drop you off? <span id="kobo.96.2">Home?” <span id="kobo.96.3">he asked when we entered the city.


    <span id="kobo.97.1">“No. <span id="kobo.97.2">My grandmother texted me that she’s at The Happy ce.”


    <span id="kobo.98.1">“Then I’ll take you there.”


    <span id="kobo.99.1">The city was surprisingly empty, but then again, it wasn’t even lunchtime. <span id="kobo.99.2">I was disappointed that the storm had interfered with our ns. <span id="kobo.99.3">It meant I hadn’t seen thest of Malcolm.


    <span id="kobo.100.1">When we arrived in front of The Happy ce, I moved to take my half-full cup of coffee from the cupholder and nearly knocked it over. <span id="kobo.100.2">I was jittery again.


    <span id="kobo.101.1">He squeezed my hand. <span id="kobo.101.2">“You’re still nervous.”


    <span id="kobo.102.1">“I am.”


    <span id="kobo.103.1">“I thought we cleared the air about what happened in the room.”


    <span id="kobo.104.1">I widened my eyes yfully. <span id="kobo.104.2">‘I wasn’t even thinking about that, but now I am. <span id="kobo.104.3">Thanks for reminding me.’


    <span id="kobo.105.1">He chuckled. <span id="kobo.105.2">‘My bad. <span id="kobo.105.3">So what is it?’


    <span id="kobo.106.1">“I’d hoped to put the charity events behind me this weekend, but Monika said she’ll make new ns because of the weather today. <span id="kobo.106.2">Now I’ll have to figure something out.”


    <span id="kobo.107.1">We both got out of the car. <span id="kobo.107.2">He took my bag out of the trunk, frowning.


    <span id="kobo.108.1">‘What do you want to figure out?’ <span id="kobo.108.2">he asked.


    <span id="kobo.109.1">“What to say when people ask why you’re not there.”


    <span id="kobo.110.1">“I <span id="kobo.111.1">will<span id="kobo.112.1"> be there, Reese.”


    <span id="kobo.113.1">“Oh.” <span id="kobo.113.2">My body started buzzing. <span id="kobo.113.3">“Are you sure? <span id="kobo.113.4">I mean, that’s more than you signed up for.”


    <span id="kobo.114.1">“No, I signed up for being your fake date for the duration of the event.”


    <span id="kobo.115.1">“Are you sure? <span id="kobo.115.2">They’ll probably suggest a few days for the next event, but I’m sure not everyone will be able to make it. <span id="kobo.115.3">It won’t be suspicious if we say you already have ns on all those days.”


    <span id="kobo.116.1">“Reese! <span id="kobo.116.2">I don’t want you alone anywhere near that moron.”


    <span id="kobo.117.1">My insides warmed up at that. <span id="kobo.117.2">His voice dripped authority and maybe even a hint of protectiveness. <span id="kobo.117.3">“I don’t know what to say.”


    <span id="kobo.118.1">“You don’t have to say anything. <span id="kobo.118.2">We’ll be in touch. <span id="kobo.118.3">And judging by how this weekend went, the next event will be explosive.”


    <span id="kobo.119.1">I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively knew he was right.
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