Page 97 of The Temptation of Truth
This is a bad idea.
I should leave her alone for a while. For her sake but also for mine. My heart hasn’t stopped racing since she left my bedroom two hours ago. Her flushed face and wide hazel-green eyes have stayed at the forefront of my mind.
The way she looks at me. The way she makes me feel...
No one has ever looked at me that way. No one has ever had this kind of effect on me before. Not even Kat, and we dated for years. I thought Kat was my forever, but she never once made me feel the way I do when I’m with Aurora. Needy and needed. Valuable and worthy. Wild and fearless.
I know how dangerous this is.
I know how stupid I’m being.
I don’t need complications. I don’t needmess, and nothing but mess would come from acting on whatever emotions are barreling through my body right now.
I should keep my distance. I know this. Iknowit.
I know it, but I knock anyway, and the moment Aurora opens the door, all the warning signals silence.
“Hey. What’s up?”
Just seeing her makes me smile. Her hair is wet like she’s showered, and she’s changed clothes. I recognize the outfit from her shopping bags in Adelaide.
“Nothing. Just saying hi.”
“Oh.” Her lips curl into a soft smile that makes my skin heat. “Well. Hi.”
“Have you settled in?”
“Yeah, mostly. Jones brought my suitcases up. I was just checking out our little terrace thing.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Our?”
“Oh. Yeah. Have you not seen it? Since our rooms are side by side, I think we share the terrace. I saw another set of doors when I was out there just now.”
“The terrace connects our rooms?”
“I think so, yeah. Come look.”
Well, shit.
She swings the door wide and gestures into her room, so I follow her to the open French doors that lead to the terrace. I have an identical set of doors in my room, but I haven’t opened them to explore yet. I was too busy fixating on the conversation we’d had when she admitted to not enjoying sex and probably never having a real orgasm with a man.
The boyfriend gets a pass because it was high school, but I’m certain her husband is a fucking loser. The guy is a full ass adult and can’t make his wife come? Huge fucking loser.
I almost searched him up on social media to see what he looks like, but I stopped myself. I don’t know if I want to know. I don’t know if I want him to berealyet, and that’s another thing that makes this situation dangerous.
I force the thought from my head and step out onto the terrace after Aurora. Sure enough, when I peer into the other pair of French doors, I can see right into my room.
Goddamn it.
I realize the terrace is basically just an outside hallway, but something about it feels different. It feels intimate and secretive. Romantic. Sexy, even. I almost groan.
Dangerous. This is all so very dangerous.
“See? That’s your room, right?”
I force a smile and nod. “Yep, it sure is.”
“Well, we have a great view, right?”
