When it started to come down, the wind blew toward us under the tent, and it was likely going to give out soon. From the stage, August tossed me a flashlight before running off to help load the band truck, while I led everyone back to the hotel.

By the time most of us reached the building, we were soaked and freezing in the air-conditioned lobby.

When everything looked just about settled with the older guests, I went back out on the deck to try and find him.

Before I got too far, August found me, taking my hand and spinning us in the other direction.

“Where are we going? I’m cold.”

“My room is in the north wing.”

We went up one flight of stairs before he led me down the hall to his room. Swiping his keycard, he pulled me in and immediately turned up the heat for me. He removed his wet shirt and tossed it to the side.

I raised a brow when he turned and scanned my soaked dress.

Missing the point, his brows snapped. “Oh right.” He moved to his suitcase and pulled out a set of clean clothes throwing them on the bed for me. I recognized the mismatched set immediately. They were the same clothes I wore when I snuck into his apartment.

I laughed. “August.”

He pulled down the straps of my dress and kissed me softly. “I love hearing my name from your lips.”

I winced and shook my head, burying it in his chest.

“I know. I loved it then too. It’s been all I could think about for the past three weeks.”

His declarations were all too much. I needed time to absorb it all. But then again, I didn’t want to be away from him for another minute.

“Can we…talk later? I need to wash the sand off my feet.”

He stepped back. “Right, of course.”

I bit my lip, missing the closeness. “Can you help me?”

A wicked grin formed his face. He led me to the small bathroom and released my hand. “Can I trust you to not walk into doors while I turn the shower on?”

I shrugged and he hesitated before moving toward the knobs.

He went in first, testing the water and waiting until it warmed before pulling me in. We held each other under the spray for a long while before he started to lather soap over my hair, neck, and arms. His hands were everywhere on me and I was lost in his embrace.

I wanted him again and was ready for everything as long as we could be just who we are.

Picking up on my need, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him—our bodies starved for each other.