I turn toward my guy when the door closes. “I guess this is goodnight.” My shoulder lifts into a half shrug. Bodhi inspects me with a restrained smirk. “Guess so.” We lean against opposite walls of the elevator with the sexual tension so thick it’s hard to breathe. I’m on the fifth floor. He’s on the third, so it stops on his floor first. The door opens. “Nighty night.” I grin. His eyebrows lift into a slight challenge. “Night.” He steps out of the elevator. I let it go up to my floor then I push the button to the third floor again. Why? Why doesn’t he insist we have a goodnight kiss or something like … sex!? He plays me better than I play him. I suck at cool. I just want him. Period. When the door opens, he’s standing right there, waiting for me. “Jerk.” I grin. Bodhi pulls me out of the elevator and tosses me over his shoulder. “Tease.” He smacks my ass and carries me to room 312. This moment. This is life.
Bending down, he brushes his lips along my cheek. “Bodhi and Henna are a lot of things, but careful is not one of them.” ... It’s a moment. Life is a moment. Who says we have to go anywhere in life to experience it? I have never felt more alive than when I’m with Bodhi.