Daniella
A week had passed since the wedding, but Tyler’s words, 'You sure about that?', still echoed in my head.
I was proud of myself for refusing to give him my contact and instead, I'd thrown myself into work hoping to drown out the memory of his hands, his mouth, and his d**k most of all. But every quiet moment brought it back, vivid and detailed.
I was done with him. I had to be.
I'd flown out of town for a work conference, and I took this as a chance to clear my head. The hotel was sleek, luxurious, and I was exhausted after the day's event as I approached the lobby desk. I was halfway through retrieving my room keys when I felt it– the hairs on the back of my neck standing, like someone was watching me.
I turned, and there he was. Tyler. He was standing by the lobby bar, his s
