Eros Pov
I can't stop kissing her. Twelve years of wanting, of wondering what could have been, and now Althea is in my arms, her body pressed against mine as we stumble through the hotel corridor.
Her lips are soft but insistent, her hands gripping my shoulders like she's afraid I might disappear if she lets go.
"Your door is locked," she whispers against my mouth, and I fumble in my pocket, reluctant to break contact even for a second.
The key slips into its slot, and I push the door open, guiding Althea inside without breaking our kiss. The door clicks shut behind us, and suddenly we're alone.
I pull back just enough to look at her, needing to make sure this is real. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, her eyes dark with desire as they meet mine.
The dim light from the bedside l
