Waking up in a hotel was the same whatever hotel it was. But waking up in a bed where the perfume of the man you’re fond of still lingered was something else entirely. Amira believed she hadn’t smelled his fragrance when she was about to fall asleep. It was then she realized there was a strong arm draped around her waist. Xavier had joined her sometime along the flight to NYC, and she had been none the wiser.
“You’re awake, princesa?” He asked, his voice deep and husky, just how she liked it.
“Yeah,” was her hoarsely spoken reply. She tried to clear her throat only to end up coughing. Oh, how embarrassing was that!
“Are you okay?” He sounded worried… as he ought to be.
It felt like she had swallowed something the wrong way, and it went down her pipe.
After some more coughing and h
