But I don’t see anything.
Because I’m too busy replaying one very specific moment.
Over. And over. And over again.
That hard kiss.
The way he didn’t ask.
The way he didn’t hesitate.
The way it felt like he already knew what I’d do before I did it.
And the worst part?
I didn’t stop him.
I wanted it.
And to my undying shame? I still do.
Even though I know that wanting him can only lead to heartbreak.
Even though I am positive nothing can come from this.
So I sit there for two hours with my tablet in my hands, pretending to read while the words blur into nothing.
Because one sexy as sin, world-famous DJ just kissed the hell out of me and I think he wants more.
Worse? I think I’m going to let him have it.
Which is either incredibly brave. Or deeply, catastrophically stupid.
Probably both.
By the time we get to the hotel—the Stargazer, because of course we are staying at the most exclusive hotel in all of Manhattan—I am barely holding it together.
It’s all glass and gold and quiet luxury. The kind of place where people like David exist effortlessly. The kind of place where I feel like I should apologize to the furniture.
Bella is fading fast beside me, running on adrenaline fumes.
“Go,” I tell her gently as we step into the hallway. “Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.”
She nods, already halfway gone.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” I say too quickly. “Go.”
She hugs me, quick and tight, then disappears into her room, which is right next to mine.
I wait until I hear the door click shut.
Then I stop, not meeting David’s eyes as I pause by my door.
“Goodnight,” I say in a rush and go inside, not waiting for his reply.
And immediately I don’t know what to do with myself.