Often (Book Two)

Chapter 6

Minji

I rolled over, grabbing my phone from the bedside table and muting the alarm with a swipe of my thumb. I was exhausted, having fallen asleep only two hours before. I'd worked until almost two and then tried to slip into bed without waking Hanni, but she'd stirred and climbed on top of me before I could say anything.

As if I would have stopped her.

I couldn't really complain that it meant another hour of sleep lost, but now, when her hand reached blindly beneath the blankets, sweeping down my stomach to curl around my cock, I knew I had to stop her. I had a flight to catch, alone.

She was coming to France, but she was leaving a day after me, insisting with a stubbornness all her own that she needed the rest of Friday to get the last few things sorted. I would have waited for her, but because the flights were all last minute there weren't any direct flights, nor were there any seats together anyway. Deciding to keep my flight, I figured I'd get there early and get us situated at Kai's place.

"I don't think we have time," I mumbled into her hair.

"Not buying it," she said, voice croaky with sleep. "This guy," she said, squeezing my erection in her grip, "thinks we have plenty of time."

"The car is picking me up in fifteen minutes, and thanks to your appetite last night, I need another shower."

"There was that one time you only needed two minutes to come. You're telling me you don't have two minutes?"

"Morning sex is never only two minutes," I reminded her. "Not when you're all sleepy and rumpled and warm." I rolled out of bed and walked into my bathroom to the sound of her groan muffled by my stolen pillow.

When I emerged, clean and dressed, she sat up in bed, still hugging my pillow and sort-of-pretending she wasn't upset that we had to fly separately to France.

"Don't pout," I murmured, bending to kiss the corner of her mouth. "You'll just confirm what I've always suspected: you can't function without me."

I expected her to roll her eyes or pinch me playfully but she blinked down to my tie and reached to needlessly adjust it. "I can function without you. But I don't like being away from you. It feels like you take my home with you when you go."

Well, fuck.

I laid my garment bag across the bed and took her face in my hands until she looked up, and could see the effect her words had on me. She smiled, tongue slipping out to wet her lips.

With one final kiss, I whispered, "I'll see you in France."

I would lose a day in transit, arriving on Saturday. Hanni's flight was only twelve hours after mine, but because she couldn't go direct she had to red-eye it to New York and then leave for Paris the following day, getting into Marseille on Monday. It would give me time to prepare for her arrival, but, knowing Kai, the house would be spotless and stocked with food and drink and I would have nothing to do.

An idle Minji . . . and all that.

I settled into the first class cabin, declining the champagne, and pulled out my phone to text Hanni.

Boarded. See you across the pond.

My phone buzzed several seconds later.

Rethinking this whole trip. There's a shoe sale at Hansen this weekend.

I laughed, choosing to ignore this one and slipping my phone back into my jacket pocket. Closing my eyes as the other passengers filed in past me, I remembered our past trips. We'd only traveled together a handful of times, but nothing ever went according to plan. Had I incurred some sort of vacation voodoo I wasn't aware of? It seemed we were destined to be plagued by trips that went terribly off course, were taken separately, were colored by miserable arguments . . . or were canceled altogether.