He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “But you taste good.” She laughed, leaned up and kissed him softly. She pulled back and he kissed her again, this time holding her longer. Before either of them realized it, Sydney’s legs were around his waist, her arms were around his neck and they were clumsily making their way to his bedroom. It was only when she landed with a soft thud on Vaughn’s mattress did Sydney have an attack of conscious. It wasn’t surprising that they had ended up there, tugging at each other’s clothing. She was surprised that it hadn’t happened earlier, but there were still issues to discuss.
“Vaughn wait,” she sighed breathlessly.
Vaughn stopped kissing her and leaned his forehead up against hers, his eyes shut and his breathing heavy. He knew that was coming.
“We need to...”
“I know,” he sighed.
“Okay.... okay,” she sighed as she tried to sit up and clear her mind so she could attempt rational thought. “The way I see it.... we have three options. First.... we could stop. We could stop this... and wait... wait until Sloane is gone and we can be together... which is what we probably should do. Second, we could do this once, just once as the perfect end to the perfect weekend...and then.... just not until the alliance is gone. Third.... we could do this... and keep doing this, sneaking around, risking our lives every moment we’re together...,” she listed, not even sure she was making any sense.
“We’re already risking our lives enough, I think,” he sighed sadly.
“I know,” she nodded.
He looked up at her and stared into her eyes for a moment, both of them already knowing the answer. “No regrets; no consequences; no tomorrows, just us.”
“Just us,” she repeated.