Chapter 7
The bathroom in this hotel was larger than her old apartment she’d rented above Caitlyn and Hannah when they’d lived in DC, and definitely bigger than her bedroom when she’d lived with her parents. But as she towel-dried her hair, she was running out of excuses to stay inside the bathroom.
Her black evening gown hung on the door and her face was cleaned of all makeup.
Dylan was outside, waiting for her. She stalled because once she went out there, she’d be changed forever.
Before now, she’d never wanted anyone to have s*x with. Every cell in her body was alive with awareness near her husband—who, until now, was in name only.
But she couldn’t spend the night in here, alone. She swallowed, wished she had something sexier than her purple pajamas and said a silent prayer that sh
