I woke up feeling… strange.
For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and trying to pinpoint what was off. My body was warm beneath the plush hotel duvet and I could hear the faint hum of the air conditioning that filled the silence. The bed was soft—almost too soft—but that wasn’t it. Something was off with me.
What could it be?
Then almost immediately, it hit me.
I wasn’t in Alex’s suite.
I had chosen not to be in his suite.
Last night, after all the tension—the almost kisses and the way his presence had made my pulse stutter and my body feel unbearably aware—I had insisted on being relocated.
I had done the right thing.
So why did I feel so unsettled?
A frustrated sigh slipped past my lips as I threw an arm over my eyes.
It didn’t matter.
I wasn’t here for
