"How are you, Miss Hunter?" Johnny asked from the other side of the suite's door. "More tissues? Something else to take the edge off?"
"You're not authorized to enter this room," I said, numbly staring at the suite door.
I was seated directly in front of the door, where I had been all afternoon. Day was turning into night. A million tear stained, snot-filled tissues surrounded me. I was such a f**k up. Calling Edward was a stupid idea.
"You let me worry about that," said Johnny, turning on the charm.
"If you're hitting on me, let's just skip that part. You'd come in here. I'd rock your world," I told him frankly and he chuckled.
"I was thinking more along the lines of tequila, but s*x works too. It's not wrong to want someone to hold you, you know," he said, and I swear he almost
