Alexia drove back to her hotel where she lay like a bag of flour on the bed. Her mind retracted to the scene with Dylan.

It was nice.

She loved it.

She knew she loved it, every part of it.

The way he touched her. The way he stared at her. The way she touched his face. His dark hair. His handsome face. His lips. Every part of his body, she loved.

Why is love so hard?

The one whom you love so much, you can not get. Why did she have to fall in love ...