Gabriella

Damien walked me to my hotel room and said good night. There wasn’t even a kiss or a grope. It was a professional parting of ways that, as I stepped into my suite, left me dazed. For a moment I stared at the door, wondering if this was a joke or if he would knock. If it weren’t for his comments about the coat throughout the evening, I would assume that multitasking was off the table. Untying the belt, I slipped my arms from the coat and ...