Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Twenty-Two

Part Twenty-Two

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I rub the sleep from my eyes and roll onto my side. Scott's scent lingers on the sheets, making me sit upright. Oh my God. We had sex. And it was good.

A smile creeps across my face despite the soreness in my body as I stretch my limbs. I really needed that sleep. Glancing around the room, I realize Scott is nowhere in sight.

My lips still tingle from last night, and the memory is now etched into my mind. A small tray sits on the bed with food on it, and there are red roses neatly arranged next to a note. Frowning, I pick up the note, my stomach churning.

Does he regret what we did last night?

Opening the note, I skim over Scott's messy handwriting. "Sorry to leave you alone in bed, but our room's water isn't working, so I'm using the upstairs. Don't miss me too much. Oh, and breakfast is served. I hope you enjoy. And no, I don't regret what we did last night."

I let out a relieved laugh and clutch the note to my chest. He knows me too well. Picking up a rose, I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply. The sweet fragrance calms me.

After finishing my breakfast, I rummage through the closet for something to wear, but find nothing suitable. I sigh in defeat. Great, now I have to walk around in sweaty clothes.

The door suddenly swings open, and my head snaps in that direction. Scott stands there, holding a pair of clothes, a huge grin on his face.

He strides into the room and drops the clothes on the bed. Without a word, he steps forward and captures my lips with his.

I don't hesitate to kiss him back. His lips are soft, warm, and inviting. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. Lips to lips.

Scott pulls away, leaving me flushed and breathless. My cheeks burn with a blush. Why do I blush so much now?

"Someone woke up hungry," Scott teases, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "We don't want to wake up the rest of the motel, now do we?"

I nod, a little embarrassed. "You're right. Let me change real quick, and then we can leave."

As I turn to grab the clothes, Scott catches my wrist and pulls me into his chest. He looks down at me with that familiar smirk.

Without a word, he leans down and captures my lips.

Back on the road, the visions of last night refuse to leave my mind. It's all I can think about. I force myself to be mad at Scott so I won't have to talk to him.

It's hard to stay mad when he keeps apologizing and insisting he won't kiss me again, only to kiss me moments later. The butterflies in my stomach flip every time, making my toes curl and goosebumps rise on my skin.

Right now, my mind is a whirl of thoughts. Every time Scott glances my way, it's impossible to stop the butterflies from exploding inside me. Is it love? It has to be. But am I ready to admit that, even to myself? It's easier to keep it in my head.

Scott's stomach growls loudly, stopping me in my tracks. "Uh... was that your stomach?"

He shakes his head sheepishly. "No?"