[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]
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[ESTELLE]
The hotel was a mistake.
A beautiful, reckless, intoxicating mistake.
We hadn't planned on it—not consciously, anyway. One minute, we were walking down the dimly lit street, the cool night air wrapping around us, and the next, we were standing in the lobby of a 5-star hotel, Damien slurring out his last name to the receptionist while I tapped my fingers against the counter, pretending this wasn't the worst—or best—idea I'd had all year.
The elevator ride was silent. Charged.
Damien leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other rubbing at his temple like he was trying to force out the remnants of whiskey and heartbreak. His tie was gone. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to be dangerous.
And I? I was in deep, deep trouble.
When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, neither of us moved right away.
"This is stupid," he muttered.
"I know," I whispered.
