Andrew's POV
The hotel room was still dark when I pulled on my shirt.
For a moment, I stood there in the dim light filtering through the curtains, watching the shape of her tangled in the sheets. Lily Hart
I had asked the receptionist to send me her name, perks of being a billionaire.
She had fallen asleep pressed against me, her breathing soft and steady, her hair spilling over the pillow in wild waves.
Beautiful. Too damn beautiful.
I caught myself staring and dragged my eyes away. This was exactly why I never lingered. The more time you gave a moment like this, the more dangerous it became.
On the nightstand, a folded piece of paper peeked out of the pocket of my jacket where she’d slipped it. Her number. Her delicate handwriting curving across the page.
For one irrationa
