15 minutes.
That's all it took for Harry receive my message, read it and drive all the way to the hotel.
Fifteen f*****g minutes.
The reception already buzzed me about his arrival, and now I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, so damn nervous my stomach is doing all kinds of backflips and presenting me new sensations I didn't even know it existed.
Feels like I'm going to pass out from how nauseous I am.
There's a knock on my door, which startles me so much my body jolts from the bed. With shaking hands and faltering steps, I walk slowly towards the door, giving myself a pep talk so I can bare with what I know is going to happen the moment I open it.
I know because it's what I want the most right now.
As I slack the door open, all the air escapes from my lungs and I feel dizzy, as if t
