“She twisted sideways to find Nick sprawled beside her, his dark hair tousled against the white Egyptian cotton bedsheets. There had been Prosecco, she recalled, and many long kisses. Then she and Nick had undressed each other, taking more time to explore than they ever had during their previous encounters. He hadn’t changed much – more toned and muscular than she remembered but essentially the same Nick. What was different was Sam’s sense that this meant more to him than it had before. Previously their nights together had been based on a shared sense of fun and mutual convenience but this time, Nick had sought her out, made a deliberate and long journey to be with her. This time the stakes felt higher and that troubled her. She checked the time: seven-thirty. Nessie would be in the kitchen preparing breakfast; there was no way Sam could sneak back to her room without being caught – not with the creaky floorboards that littered the route. Then again, she was pretty sure Nessie woul...d have put two and two together already, a suspicion that was confirmed when breakfast for two was left outside the door just after eight.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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