"Memories are memories not matter how slutty they are. Besides, you did all that stuff basically before I was even born so I think you're off the hook" His hand lightly resting on my hips begins to tickle my sides before I wriggle out of his grasp. "Cheeky" he smirks at me. "I couldn't resist. Now
"How come?" Rhodes asks gently, folding his arms over his chest. "Because I don't like being vulnerable. I've been vulnerable before and things haven't gone well for me as I'm sure you can imagine. It's just scary; I don't want to rely on it only for it to all just go away" I mumble. I hear a soft
I still don't know if Rhodes and I are perfect for one another, but it's in these moments where that doesn't matter. All that matters is that we are here together sharing these beautiful moments with one another. And if at the end of it all I realise that he was a bad choice then I know where the bl
An awful alarm rings out through Rhodes's bedroom what feels like such a short time later. My body is curled up next to Rhodes's, my head lying on his chest as his arm stretched out to the side to turn off the incessant noise. "Noooo" I grumble sleepily as Rhodes attempts to shift his body out of b
Rhodes nods and presses a soft kiss against my head before nudging his head towards the bed. "You're right, and also still tired. Get back in bed" "No it's okay I'll help, what else do you need" I try and stifle my yawn and protest, despite my heavy eyes and laboured movements I still want to help.
"Now that that bullshits out of the way, how have things been without your hotel hottie?" Poppy asks as we walk down towards her car in the parking lot of the University. Our test is finished; I feel like I did well, Poppy less so. I get she doesn't want to talk about the answers anymore, I can't be
Rhodes's P.O.V Fuck I love New York. I always forget how much I love being here, until I'm back again. I feel more in control here. I actually have an office space I can use and I'm in a time zone that works well for communicating between all of the other hotel branches. It all just works here, som
"So, you're moving back over here then?" Kateasks as she raises the glass of wine back up to her lips, referencing the conversation I had at the dinner table last night. "I didn't say I was moving back, I said I was thinking about it" I correct her. It's true in a way, being back here does remind m