Chapter 59

I tingle all over as his touch connects when he moves the hair off my face, lifting my arm to untangle the strand caught in my bracelet. It’s a nice relief to have the irritation removed as he pulls my arm straight toward him and lays it on the cool leather seat. As the driver negotiates the streets back to the hotel, I close my eyes, and the moving car’s sway lulls me into a soothed, relaxed mode. I could fall asleep so easily.

“I’m just hopeless in general,” I chuckle again. He says nothing, and I experience a tug of outrage that he may agree, but I let it slide over me the same way these waves and warm tides are doing. My arm is still warm; I think he still has his hand on it. I open one eye and look down to check. He’s tracing my bracelet with his fingertips looking lost in thought, a hint of a frown crossing his beautiful face.

“What are you thinking about?” Like a child with no filter, I ask, the alcohol taking away my normal inhibitions.

“You… me…” He seems