Theodore's Pov
I stir slowly, the light filtering through the curtains of my hotel room, the one that’s become more of a second home than I’d like to admit, pulling me out of sleep. There’s a dull throb at my temples, a pulsing reminder of the champagne from last night. I press my palms to my eyes, willing the ache away.
At first, all I can recall is laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the sound of Juniper’s voice. It had been a good night, no, a great night. We’d mingled, joked with Sebastian, met new people. I can still hear her laughing, picture the way her dress shimmered under the soft museum lights.
But then it hits me.
The kiss.
The memory slams into my chest, full force. Her front door. The quiet between us. The way the moment stretched… and then me, leaning in. Her pulling
