wearing any clothes, and he could see her nipples through the sheet.
Even besides the evident complication of coming from opposite sides of the world, but there was so much more. Harboring warm feelings for a nice person like her would make his job difficult, make his life difficult. Still, he had passed the point of no return, and it was too late to turn back now.
She pressed her palm against his cheek and he pulled her into his arms. How would he ever be able to leave her behind and go back to his old life?
All worries disappeared as she whispered, “Make love with me.”
He murmured, “Yes,” and kissed her neck. Falling back into bed, all thoughts about everything were soon forgotten.
It took a while before they were ready to get dressed and go to work. They were going to be late, but it didn’t seem all that important. If needed, he would find a way to take the blame so she wouldn’t get in trouble.
Jenny shared the mirror when he shaved, and he pretended not to watch her put mascara on her long lashes. Women were fascinating creatures; how could they hold the brush so close to their eyes without smashing it in there?
She met his gaze in the mirror. “I like this, It’s nice.”
He nodded. It was something a real couple would do. Were they a real couple? Could they be?
Leaving the room seemed completely unappealing, but there was no getting out of it, and they soon stood looking at each other just inside the door. Jenny reached up to kiss him, but he pulled back a little. “You know, I am supposed to go back tomorrow. I will come back soon. I promise.”
He wanted to tell her she wasn’t just a one night stand, but it sounded too dumb.
“This will sound crazy, but it feels like you’ve always been here.”
Once he tried to smile, it wasn’t too bad. Deeming from the warmth in her eyes, he made it look natural. “I know what you mean. I have the same feeling.”
Tomorrow hung between them, but when they strolled slowly arm in arm towards the office, talking about everything and nothing, there and now became more important. Alex enjoyed both Jenny’s company and the beautiful winter morning, but a secret place deep in his mind still painted out images of departures and impending doom. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, my sweet, but I would much rather have you wear my rings than the marks from someone else’s.”
Where did that come from? Had something in the all too delicious breakfast made him go crazy? This might be why American food tasted so good; it might be packed to the brim with narcotics. Either way, saying a thing like this could not be culturally acceptable.
Jenny chuckled, “You sure don’t waste any time, do you? What do you intend to do about it?”
He made a dismissive gesture and flashed his most charming smile, trying to joke himself out of the bout of insanity. “I’m not sure. I suppose it is too soon to ask you?”
She smacked him over the chest. “You’re so weird, but not really…”
She was just too cute and he stopped to give her a quick hug, not caring if anyone saw them. “In that case I will wait and do it properly later. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you. It’s not just sex.”
He brushed his lips over her cheek and she whispered, “Men aren’t this sweet. Are you for real?”
At the moment, he wasn’t sure of anything, so he shrugged. Sweet wasn’t a word most people would associate with him, but coming from her, he liked it. Being sweet might not be too bad…
When they closed in on the office, he asked, more seriously this time, “Is this… I mean us… Should it be a secret?”
She didn’t answer at once. “Maybe that would be best. At least for today. You are my guest, and I don’t think I’m supposed to fall in love with you.”
She looked like she wanted to fall through the ground, and he pretended not to notice the slip. They were even with premature words, and things could definitely be worse. He
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