Page 49 of 7 Nights of Sin

His mouth was just as clever as always, and after I'd come twice and he left me a panting, dripping mess on the couch, he offered to make grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch like it wasn't a big deal at all.

I was having such a hard time not enjoying myself. It was like being on vacation, especially once I'd done basically all I could do for my job.

The media had calmed down in Hawaii, and back in New York, people had moved on to some scandal involving an heiress to a multimillion-dollar fortune and some racist thing she'd said or done.

But that was someone else's problem, thankfully. I could consider my job almost wrapped up, which meant it was almost time to go back home.

Surprisingly, I didn't want to go. I'd been dreading coming out to spend a week on an island with Kevin Porter, but now that it was coming to an end in a couple of days, I didn't really want to leave.

I'd been counting the hours until we could go our separate ways, but I was going to miss him.

Maybe.