9

 

Lucas stood at the window, watching the falling snow and sneaking glances at Amanda. After a quiet, awkward breakfast, she had settled near the lit fireplace, book in hand.

Looking at her, it reminded him of the night before. He had made love to her on that spot, and the image was still stuck in his mind.

When they went to sleep and he found himself loving how she fit in his arms way too much, he promised himself to leave first thing in the morning.

He was good at separating sex from emotions. He never got attached to his hookups. So, he had no problem getting them to leave in the morning, or him leaving. And, he definitely didn't spend hours into the night imagining a future where the woman he slept with was in his bed, over and over again.

Yet, holding Amanda in his arms, he felt that he never wanted to let her go. If he could get another million chances to hold her like that, he'd