In Love with the superstar

Lilies

As I return to the hotel room, exhaustion weighs heavy on my shoulders, the events of the evening still fresh in my mind. The familiar comfort of the room envelops me like a warm embrace as I step inside, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a gentle light across the space.

Sighing, I kick off my shoes and collapse onto the plush bed, the mattress yielding beneath me as I sink into its welcoming embrace. My mind races with thoughts of Andy, his unexpected kiss replaying repeatedly in my mind like a broken record.

Despite my best efforts to push him out of my thoughts, his presence lingers, a constant reminder of the unresolved feelings that still simmer beneath the surface. But amidst the turmoil, there's a flicker of something else, something unexpected, hope.

Before I can dwell further on the tangled web of emotions swirling within me, my gaze falls upon a stunning bouquet of lilies sitting atop the bedside table. Confusion washes over me as I approach, my fingers grazing the delicate petals with a mixture of awe and uncertainty.

Who could have sent these? And why?

I have an idea of who could have sent them but before I jump into conclusions, I leave my room to find out who sent me those lilies.

With a furrowed brow, I make my way to the front desk, my heart pounding in anticipation as I inquire about the origins of the mysterious gift. The receptionist's smile is warm and welcoming as she checks her records, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease.

"Ah, yes," she says, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "These were delivered for you earlier this evening. A Mr. Miller requested them specifically."

My breath catches in my throat at the mention of his name, a surge of conflicting emotions washing over me like a tidal wave. Andy, the source of both joy and heartache, the man whose presence in my life continues to haunt me like a ghost from the past.

But as I stare down at the beautiful bouquet before me, a sense of gratitude washes over me, mingling with the bittersweet ache that tugs at my heartstrings. Despite everything, Andy's gesture is undeniably thoughtful, a reminder of the connection that still lingers between us, no matter how much time has passed.

Lost in thought, I return to the sanctuary of my hotel room, the scent of lilies filling the air with their sweet fragrance. With a heavy sigh, I settle onto the edge of the bed, the soft petals brushing against my skin like a whispered caress.

For a while, I sit in silence, the only sound the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat. Thoughts of Andy swirl through my mind like a whirlwind, each one a testament to the tangled web of emotions that binds us together, even across the vast expanse of time and distance.

But why did he get me those lilies? I need to find out why.

With a sense of determination, I quickly leave my room once again and head straight to the reception. The same lady greets me with a polite smile as I approach.

“What may I help you with, Ms.?” she asks, her voice warm and welcoming.

“I would like to say thank you to Mr. Miller, kindly direct me to his room,” I reply, returning her smile with a bright one of my own.

She stares back at me for a few seconds, seemingly taken aback by my request, before she recovers and nods. “Suite 108.”

“Thank you,” I say, offering her a nod of appreciation before turning and heading towards the elevator.

The anticipation builds with each passing moment as I ascend to Andy's suite, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

When the elevator doors finally slide open, I step out into the hallway and make my way towards suite 108. With each step, my resolve strengthens, the need for answers driving me forward despite the uncertainty that swirls within me.

Reaching his door, I hesitate for a moment, my hand poised to knock. What will he say? How will he react to my unexpected visit? The questions swirl through my mind like a tempest, threatening to overwhelm me.

Taking a deep breath, I steel myself and raise my hand, rapping lightly on the door. The moments that follow feel like an eternity as I wait for a response, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Finally, the door swings open, revealing Andy standing before me with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. My breath catches in my throat at the sight, confusion warring with desire as I struggle to comprehend the unexpected turn of events.

“Liv?” Andy’s voice breaks through the haze of my thoughts, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

For a moment, I am speechless, my mind reeling as I take in the sight before me. Andy stands there, his figure outlined by the soft glow of the hallway lights, his silhouette casting a mesmerizing spell that leaves me breathless. Every inch of him exudes an irresistible magnetism, a potent blend of confidence and allure that draws me in like a moth to a flame.

Andy is everything any woman wants. His strong arms, chiselled chest, and toned abs speak of countless hours spent sculpting his body into a masterpiece of masculine perfection. As my eyes trace the contours of his form, I can't help but feel a surge of desire course through me, igniting a fire deep within that threatens to consume my very being.

Fuck, I think I just wet my panties.

The realization hits me like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I struggle to regain my composure, my mind racing a mile a minute as I try to process the overwhelming flood of sensations that threatens to overwhelm me.

But even as I fight to steady my racing heart, I can't deny the primal attraction that pulses between us, drawing us together with an irresistible force that defies logic or reason. In that moment, as I stand there, spellbound by the sheer magnitude of Andy's presence, I realize that resistance is futile for in the face of such raw, unbridled desire, surrender is the only option.

Without thinking, I find myself leaning forward, closing the distance between us in a single, swift motion. Before I can process what's happening, I hear the door close behind me as our lips meet in a passionate kiss, the heat of the moment engulfing us in a whirlwind of desire and longing.

The towel falls forgotten to the floor as we lose ourselves in each other, the world outside fading away until there's nothing left but the two of us, bound together by the undeniable pull of our shared history.

How did things just go from a zero to a hundred, leaving us both tongue locked and naked?