Sutton
It takes fifteen minutes to walk back to his hotel and another three to ride the elevator up to the twenty-first floor and into his room. He closes the door behind him, and I drop my shopping bags on the couch. There’s a king-size bed, TV, and a small refrigerator. He only brought a duffle bag that sat on the floor by the door.
It was simple and probably the quickest room he could book on short notice since I only just told Lauren yesterday afternoon.
I twirl around, meeting his gaze, realizing that he’s been watching me as I explore the contents of the room. It all feels surreal. Every cell in my body wants me to throw myself at him, kiss him, and never stop. We haven’t touched, haven’t felt the sparks, but his scent is ingrained in my brain.
His breaths break the silence. H
