We part ways with the guide and make our way back to the hotel. Abigail’s lips are pressed tightly together like she’s holding back her laughter, and she keeps glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Out with it,” I tell her.
Laughter bursts from her, and she stops on the sidewalk for a moment, putting her hand to her chest as she tries to catch her breath.
“Sorry,” she exclaims, waving her hand in front of me. “It’s just that it was your idea, and I swear to God, at one point, I thought I was going to have to hold you upright if you fainted,” she wheezes out, laughing some more at my expense, but quickly composes herself. At least she tries to. “If you’re afraid of ghosts, why did you suggest we go on a ghost tour?” For this right here. To make her smile and laugh. I don’t care that it’s at my expense, just seeing her happy is why I’ve been doing a lot of things on this trip.
I shrug my shoulders. “It sounded like a good idea at the time.” I grab her hand as we continue our walk back to the hotel. “And for your information, I was only holding on to you so tightly so that you wouldn’t trip in your heels. There was never a chance of me fainting.”
Another laugh escapes her. “Keep telling yourself that. I’m sure you’ll somehow figure out a way to regain your manhood.” More laughter falls from her lips as we make our way into the hotel lobby toward the elevator.
Stepping inside, I’m overcome with the need to taste her laughter. I might get shut down, but she did just insult my manhood. If I don’t try, I’ll never gain any footing with her.
When the doors close to the elevator, I grab her hand and pull her in front of me, spinning us so her back is against the wall. Her hands go to my chest and mine cup her cheeks.
“What are you doing?” she whispers as I bring my face just an inch from hers. Her eyes are hooded and darkened with lust.
Kate is a lover of all things books. It doesn’t matter what genre, as long as there’s a HEA, she’s in. She started reading romance in high school and would hide novels in textbooks to read during class. Becoming an author was always a dream she had and finally decided to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) and write what she loves. She grew up in the beautiful upper peninsula of Michigan then became a West Coast girl where she lives with her amazing husband and hilarious son. She would love to hear from readers so check out all her socials and sign up for her newsletter so she can keep you up to date on her books and whatever other ramblings come to mind.
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