ARIA
The hotel suite is enormous—an entire floor of The Plaza that Dante booked for the wedding preparations. Paige is in one room, and Lily in another, and I'm alone in the master bedroom, staring at my wedding dress hanging in the closet.
Tomorrow, I marry Dante Ashford.
For real. In front of witnesses. With vows and rings and legal documents.
The fact that it's also real in ways I didn't anticipate makes my chest tight.
It’s 11:58 p.m. when the soft knuckles rap once on the door.
I open it and Dante is there barefoot, black T-shirt stretched across his chest, gray pajama pants riding low on his hips. His hair is messy, eyes wild, c**k already half-hard and pushing against the fabric like it knows exactly where it belongs, he is looking disheveled and uncertain in a way I've never
