The next morning, Charlotte was exhausted. After all, with the two rounds of s*x they’d had after arriving at the hotel suite, the way that Liam had woken her up that morning, and the fact that she’d had about four hours of sleep, it wasn’t all that surprising that she was tired. Still, her physical exhaustion was soon forgotten as she and Liam stepped outside of the hotel onto Canal Street.
A streetcar was moving along the tracks between the two sides of the palm-tree-lined road, and now that it was daytime, Charlotte could make out the historic architecture of some of the multi-story buildings around them, including the white-faced brick hotel they had just walked out of. Unfortunately, the damp summer heat of Louisiana was in full swing, but she was thankful for the thin material of h
