I open my eyes, and I’m staring at the hottest man I’ve ever seen in real life. And he’s in my bed! Well, technically not my bed—we are in the honeymoon suite of the Paris Hotel. So not my bed, but it doesn’t matter because he’s naked and adorable, and any minute now I’m going to wake up and realize that this is all a dream.
I pinch myself.
But Sebastian King is still in my bed. I’m still staring at his muscled chest. A chest I could reach out and touch and—
A blaring alarm goes off, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m not ready for Sebastian to realize I’m awake yet. I need time to process—to put everything in order in my head.
Everything is fuzzy at best. I remember coming to this hotel room with Sebastian to wait for our friends—Oaklee and Boden. This is their room. So how did we end
