TWENTY EIGHT - WYNETTE

Wynette

I couldn't remember how I got inside my suite. I also didn't know where Ale's camera or either of our coats went, but when he pushed me against the wall and nuzzled my throat, I didn't care about anything but how he felt against me. I had missed the heat of his solidly muscled body more than I dared to admit, and the fact that he wanted me even though I was wearing jeans and a sweater instead of a beautiful dress was both heady and magical.

"I dreamed about you last night," he said in a raspy voice. He kissed me behind the ear, which made me tilt my head back and sigh.

“Mmmm?” I meant to ask a real question, but his hand got under my sweater and threw me off, so all I could do was hum.

"Tucson was in my dreams. Of waking up before you left."

“Oh.” I was filled with guilt. "I didn't—"

Ale's fingers picked at the thin fabric of the thermal top I was wearing under my sweater, pulling it away from my fleece-lined leggings.

"—I didn't want to disturb you."

He grunted