At night as we cuddle, I couldn't help but think of Cynric from our last encounter. He's deleted eight of our photos to date. I've slept with him for that count to tally. I sigh and roll away from Nick's half naked body. I want to get my mind off of Cynric.
Just then, as if on cue, Cynric's message pops up on my phone.
My eyes widen. His bodyguard must've told him about our encounter last evening. After reading his message, I get the feeling as though he's suggesting that we meet. Soon after, my assumption turns true as I grunt under my breath.
Does it have to be all the way there? The last floor of this hotel? Should I just make up a lie that I'm not feeling well? Or that I'm too sleepy to even walk myself out of 'my' room?
Both of them are white lies. In the past, I've noticed that
