about you.” A rush of emotions engulfs my body. I pull the blankets off of me and walk over to where Lucas is lying on the floor. Bravely sporting my pickle boxers and an old high school t-shirt, not caring one bit how unsexy I look. His eyes connect with mine and he pulls the blanket up and reaches up for my hand, an invitation to lie next to him. He pulls me close and my head rests on his bare chest. “I’m not sure what brought you to me or brought me to you on New Year’s Eve or why we’ve been brought together again. I don’t know what this feeling is…but I know I care about you and I don’t even know you. I feel like I do, though. I feel like I’ve known you my whole damn life.” His voice trails off. The moon is shining through the window, lighting up his perfect face. He’s staring up at the ceiling, thinking. “I’m sorry, that was really cheesy, but I didn’t know how else to say it.” Lucas looks over at me and nervously smiles. Butterflies swarm my stomach. It’s taking everything in me to not kiss him. I lift my head from his chest and scoot up, to look down at him.
“It’s okay. I kind of dig cheesy.” He pulls me back down to him and brushes my hair out of my face.
“Do you know how badly I want to kiss you again?” His breath warms my lips. My fingers start to tremble.
“So do it,” I whisper.
“I can’t, it’ll ruin everything.”
CHAPTER NINE
It has been a long but wonderful week. PR information is flowing out of my ears and ass. Lucas and I have been having a blast. We’ve visited museums and art galleries, dined on new foods, and I’ve successfully learned how to play blackjack. Lucas is already becoming a pain in my ass, but I’ve gotten so close to him during this past week. Tomorrow is our last day in Puerto Rico and I really don’t want to go back. Everything will be different then. I fear that Lucas and I won’t be as close. I fear that here we’re all each other has and once we get back life will go back to the way it was before Puerto Rico and I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle that.
After the last day of the convention, we decide to go for a stroll down the blue and yellow colored brick streets of Old San Juan. The buildings are absolutely gorgeous. They’re tall, and painted with bright crisp colors, like turquoise, lime green, and peach. I hear Lucas’s stomach growl and mine echoes almost immediately.
“Want to stop and get some dinner?” I lightly smack his stomach and my fingers brush over a couple of his abs as I pull my hand away.
“Yes. I’m starving!” His eyes light up. Men and food…ha, who am I kidding? I love food too.
“Let’s go try some Cuban sandwiches!” I jump up and down excitedly.
“Whoa there, skippy…okay, let’s go!” He grabs my hand and we run back to the restaurant we just passed that’s advertising Cuban sandwiches.
“Have you ever eaten a Cuban sandwich?” he asks.
“No, but it smells like Heaven dipped in Heaven in here.” My mouth starts watering. All the different smells are making my stomach growl a thousand times louder. “Have you?” I ask.
“Nope, but I’m dying to.”
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We walk out of the restaurant and down the old colored brick street again. I look at Lucas in his sexy suit, not a drip of sweat coming off of him. Then here I am drenched in sweat from head to toe. Yuck.
“Let’s go back to the hotel and shower, then change clothes. I’m hot in this business suit.”
“Shower together?” he mutters mischievously, so I lightly punch him in the arm. “I’m kidding! Jeez…what kind of man do you think I am? It sounds like a good idea, then we should get ice cream and go to the beach one last time!”
“You do realize it’ll be practically bed time by then, right?”
“You do realize we aren’t old farts yet, right?”
Once we arrive at the room, I open the door to find a trail of tropical flower petals leading to a bottle
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