“That’s because you love her and I know you go there a lot.”

“How long have you been there?”

“Couple of weeks. I’m in the process of looking for a place.”

“Wow.”

“Come with me,” he says again, “please. I need you, Van. You don’t understand how badly I need you.”

“Fine.”

*     *     *

“I’ve never been here,” I say as we walk through the lobby. “It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.” He winks as we arrive at the elevator. He presses the key against the sensor and pushes the button to the penthouse.

“Of course you’re in the penthouse.” I shake my head. “How many women have you brought back here?”

“None.”

“None?” I shoot him a look.

“I swear.”

“What about Cindy?”

“I broke it off. I already told you that.”

“Hm.” I don’t know why I care, but I do, and when he grabs my hand as we walk out of the elevator and my pulse quickens, I realize I never stood a chance at forgetting him.

We walk into the room and I marvel at the views just for a moment because Adam is on me quickly, kissing me, pushing my hair back away from me face, pressing his toned runner’s body against mine. Our hands somehow begin to work at the same time, removing clothing, anything that stands in our way, and before I know what’s happening, I’m on the bed, completely naked underneath him and he’s no longer kissing me, but staring at me with wanton eyes as he brings a hand to my exposed breasts and thumbs my nipple.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that because I came back here with you.”

“I’m not and you know it.” His expression turns serious. “I’ve always said that, even before we were together, I’d always said you were my dream girl.”