Was she ready? Only one way to find out. She hadn’t lied to Brayden. When she was with him, things were just them. "Do you know," she said, "I’ve never seen your room." She stopped, pulled her hand back and walked toward his door. Was this foolish? It didn’t feel like it, but she was scared. And she didn’t want to be scared. She wanted her life back. Turning, she looked at him. Brayden stood staring at her, his tux jacket caught behind his wrists, his hands shoved in his pockets and the most confused expression she’d ever seen on his face. Still he didn’t move. Christian sighed and walked back to him. Maybe she should just let the dress fall. But then another thought slammed into her. What if Brayden didn’t want.... What if when he looked at her.... Stop it. She stood in front of him, looked into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. A breath away, she murmured, "After the hotel, I would lay awake at night cursing you because I remembered how wonderful it was between us, how precious, how special.
