Brandon’s hand shook as he stood before room 424, holding a slim plastic key card in his fingers. No one else walked the hall, but he couldn’t keep himself from darting glances left and right as though someone would catch him about to go into a guest’s room.
He was crazy. There was no other explanation for him even contemplating this, let alone acting on it. So his high school crush wanted to f**k him. After all these years. Apparently Veronica had been wrong about karma, because Tim not only hadn’t grown fat and bald, but he looked sexier than he had ten years ago. Dark hair, big brown eyes, chiseled chin with a five o’clock shadow. He filled out his casual polo shirt with broad shoulders and bulging biceps. Brandon thought he might drool.
And this, of course, was why he now stood outsi
