William
The image refused to leave my head. No matter how many times I shut my eyes, no matter how many times I paced across the hotel room, and no matter how many times I told myself I'd imagined it.
I hadn't.
I turned sharply and another lap carried me from one end of the room to the other, then back again.
The hotel suite wasn't small by any means, but somehow it still felt suffocating. Every breath scraped against my chest and every step echoed too loudly as I dragged a hand through my hair for what had to be the hundredth time that evening.
"...No." The word came out barely above a whisper.
No. I tried to drown myself in self denial, but the kiss replayed anyway.
I'd followed them from a distance all afternoon. Not close enough for Isabella to notice and not close enough for Dy
