he whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you – I just wanted to see you.” He was sitting at the bottom of my mattress again. I peered into the dark, his outline faint against the darker shadow of the wall. I rubbed my gritty eyes and reached out for him. “You’re too far away,” I grumbled, holding up my arms towards him. He uncoiled himself from the floor, and tried to stretch out next to me, but his boots hit the door. “Fuck,” he muttered, “they’ve given you a damn hutch to sleep in.” “At least it’s private, Sebastian,” I said, running my finger across his stubbly chin. He smiled. “Yeah, that’s something.” He leaned over me, taking his weight on his arms, and kissed me, softly. I think he just had a simple goodnight kiss in mind; I certainly didn’t. I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked our faces together. Needing more, I pushed my tongue between his lips, and explored his mouth hungrily. He tasted of salt and mint gum. Desire bloomed inside me and I ran my hands down his back, resting them on his fine ass, feeling the rough material beneath my fingers, and squeezed hard. “Are you sure, Caro?”
