The silence in the presidential suite they entered was thick, almost suffocating. A place that's supposed to be familiar since we owned the hotel. I could feel Gray's presence—large, warm, and tense—filling the space between us, but neither of us said a word. Maybe he was too embarrassed, caught up in the whirlwind mess of what just happened, or maybe I was. I couldn't look away from his face, so close now, his dark eyes studying me like he was trying to read my mind.
We had a quick, reckless history—a summer night we both tried to forget, yet the memory lingered, vivid as ever. That one passionate kiss, the way his lips felt against mine, like the world had paused just for us. Now, in this quiet aftermath, I could still feel that spark, that dangerous, intoxicating energy.
