He put one palm on the wall beside my face and lowered his. Our mouths were a breath apart. “I hope I’ll see you again.”
I almost melted on the spot. My eyes blinked slowly. “It’s a nice bar. And I like cava.”
That small grin lifted the side of his mouth, and he kissed me lightly before straightening up and slipping the shirt back over his head. His hair was now in messy waves, and I wanted to run my fingers through them again. Instead, I stepped into my wedge stacks and took the hand he offered as he led me through the dark room and out the side door. He paused to lock it and then turned to face me.
“Shall I escort you back to your room?” he asked.
I shook my head no. I didn’t want him knowing my room number yet, although he could easily ask the front desk for it, I supposed.
“Then adieu,” he said, lifting my hand and kissing it. “Til tomorrow night.”
I watched until he released me, then I turned and walked as steadily as possible to the exit, to the spa side of the resort where we were staying.
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