Chapter Twenty-Six
Russian Roulette
Play the game for more than you can afford to lose... only then will you learn the game.
—Winston Churchill
Day 3—8:44PM
Clearwater Beach Hilton
LUKAS.
Shit.
I am f****d. I am so f****d. I am indescribably, unimaginably, undeniably f****d. And it’s all because I can’t keep my goddamned hands off Elena.
It’s becoming a pattern now.
It seems every time I get preoccupied with exploring her body, something momentous happens. Another reminder from the universe that nothing good can come from getting caught up with a woman whose body has been sculpted by God’s own immaculate hands.
With Elena, I’m in real trouble… because it is that very body that drives me to extreme distraction. I forget myself. I forget who I’ve always been. And I’m not sure I li
