TESSA
Somehow, without even realizing how, we ended up in one of the hotel rooms. Or no—not just a room. A penthouse suite.
When I looked around, I almost forgot to breathe. The ceilings were high, the lights dim, and the view of the city glittering through the tall glass windows greeted me.
I wondered how he was able to book it instantly, but it seemed the hotel staff already knew who he was.
And just like that, a thought arose in my mind—how many women had he brought here before?
Deep inside, I already knew the answer. But I didn’t dare ruin the fragile, dizzying moment that was carrying me forward.
He was still kissing me.
Again and again, pulling me deeper with each tilt of his head, each brush of his lips. My mouth felt numb, swollen, as though I’d been starved of this f
