She rolled over, the sheets twisted around her legs as sweat evaporated from her hot skin. He shifted next to her and stared up at the ceiling, tracing a line up and down her arm.
"You still love her." Shelby allowed a sigh to escape her swollen lips as she glanced in Will's direction.
He didn't respond, but she wasn't looking for confirmation; the familiar twinge of jealousy stirred faintly in her lower abdomen, but she ignored it. He wasn't hers to have.
She ran her fingers through her hair as she sat up, keeping the sheets close to her body. Will grabbed her arm and kept her from leaving the bed as he pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder.
"I really like you, Shelby," he murmured, nuzzling his mouth against her neck. "Emma…she's moved on. I had my chance with her and screwed it up. But, I mean, I don't know, there could be something between us."
She smiled despite herself and turned her head to look at him. "You don't have to make me feel better. It's not like I'm in love with you."
"I don't know if I should feel offended or not."
"Don't flatter yourself. Sex, no matter how good, does not mean I'm going to fall head over heels in love with you. This isn't a fairy tale."
"I don't think that's how it works in fairy tales." He brushed his lips against her cheek.
"Still, I'm not going to kick you out of my bed just yet," Shelby said with a laugh, pulling him to her for a soft kiss.
He raised his eyebrows. "So, do we have a thing now?"
She shrugged. "For as long as it lasts. No falling in love?"
"Deal."
Grinning, he leaned in and captured her lips with his in a passionate kiss that knocked the breath out of her lungs; falling back onto the bed, she tugged him down with her.