Fallon
The hotel suite was breathtaking—floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the glittering city skyline, a grand canopy bed draped in soft white linen, and the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air.
It was everything a couple could want for their wedding night except I wasn’t sure I could breathe.
The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly, the room felt too quiet.
I was hyper-aware of every sound—my heels clicking against the polished floors, the soft rustle of my gown, and Reid’s steady, measured footsteps just behind me.
I stopped by the window, my fingers grazing the cool glass as the city lights sparkled below.
Reid’s voice, low and smooth, broke the silence. “Nice view.”
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
I felt him near me but not touching—just close enough for
