Althea
Light filters through the gauzy hotel curtain, brushing against my eyelids. I stir, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped across my waist and the steady breathing of someone beside me.
Eros.
The memories of last night flood back - his confession in the park, my own admission, the earth-shattering kiss that led us here. To his bed. To this moment.
I carefully turn my head to look at him. In sleep, his face is softer, the hard lines of the businessman melted away. His dark lashes rest against his cheeks, his hair tousled in a way that would mortify the perfectly polished CEO the world sees. This is the Eros I remember from college - vulnerable, real.
My heart squeezes painfully in my chest. What have I done?
I shift slightly, trying not to wake him, b
