Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Fun? It was excruciating to be so close to her while maintaining my distance. I hadn’t seen this coming. Without even realizing what was happening, I’d fallen in love with Lauren again.
We reached her room, and in my drunken state, I knew that if we touched, I wouldn’t want to stop, and I wasn’t sleeping with Lauren when I was wasted.
“Want to get massages tomorrow?” she asked. “There’s a spa here and Mariah said we can get any treatment we want.”
“Sure.”
She took her phone out of her bag. “Can I get your phone number? That way I can text instead of waking you up knocking on your door.”
I gave her my number, and she said good night a final time and went into her room. It took me several tries, but I got the key card to open my door and I got into bed, not even undressing.
Just a few more days, and this torture would be over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Day Thirty-One
Lauren
“Are you two on your honeymoon?” one of the massage therapists asked.
“No, we’re…exes, actually. Part of the reality show.”
She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Oh, nice. We’ve had several of those teams come in for massages. I love that you guys all still get along.”
I shot Archer a look, and he gave me a secret grin. We got along, all right. I’d gone to sleep last night replaying our night of rain-soaked lovemaking, wishing he was next to me in my hotel bed.
“Are you comfortable taking all your clothes off?”
I looked at the name tag for my massage therapist. Lydia. Right, she’d already introduced herself. I wasn’t focused on anything but the freshly showered, clean-shaven hockey player next to me.
“They’ll cover you with a towel,” Archer assured me.
“Right,” Lydia said. “And you can leave your underwear on if you want to.”
I’d never had a massage, and I was too modest to take it all off for my first one.
“I’ll leave my underwear on,” I said.
“You?” Lydia asked Archer.
He shrugged. “I’m fine taking everything off.”
“Very good.”
I lowered my brows. Very good? What the hell, Lydia?
Archer leaned in close to me. “Want to do a sunset sail tonight? The concierge told me they’re great.”
“Sure, that sounds like fun.”
I’d been surprised when he returned my text around nine in the morning, because I figured he’d be too hungover to face the world before noon. But he’d answered and we’d met up half an hour later for breakfast and a walk on the beach. Now we were getting hour-long massages.
Come to think of it, this did feel an awful lot like a honeymoon. I wondered if I’d one day do these same things with a man I’d just married.
I couldn’t even imagine. And if my dreams of having a baby on my own came true, maybe I never would get married. Maybe this month with Archer was as close as I’d ever come to a honeymoon.
Minus the sex, of course. Except for the night at our camp, when we’d had the most incredible, toe-curling sex of my life. The way he’d held my hips while thrusting up into me had been mind-blowing. I’d dreamed about it while in the hospital. And in my dream, he’d also approached me from behind, out of nowhere, ripping off my bikini bottoms and pushing himself inside me, fucking me while telling me I was so sexy it drove him crazy.
“Lo?”
“Huh?”
Archer’s voice tore me from my daydream.
“Maya asked if you want more oil.”
“Oh. Sorry. Sure, use however much you want.”
Lydia had chosen to massage Archer—shocker. My technician was Maya, and she only spoke a little English. But she had magical hands, and I didn’t feel like chatting, anyway.
I lifted my face from the opening in the table and laid it on my arm, looking at Archer. He was already resting his head on his arm, his gaze locked on mine.
“You like it?” he asked.
“I love it. Now I’m going to want to get massages all the time.”
Movement of the white towel lying over his backside made me look in that direction, and I saw that Lydia’s hands were now massaging his ass.
Lord. Was she going to give him a happy ending too, with me right here?
“I love your tattoos,” she said to him.
I gave Archer a wide-eyed look, and he smiled lazily at me.
“Hey, waist up is good for me,” he said to Lydia.
“Sure.”
She put the towel back and went back to massaging his upper back. Maya started in on my shoulders, making me groan. This felt amazing. It was so relaxing that I was on the verge of falling asleep.
“Lo?”
“Hmm?”
Archer was smiling at me from the adjacent massage table. “We’re all done. You got in a nap.”
“Oh. Was I sleeping?”
“Yep.”
Lydia and Maya had left the room, but the soft classical music was still playing. The massage had been blissful, but I was thirsty.