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ALAYNA

The bed is vast. The ceiling is high, the floor-to-ceiling windows are open and overlooking the city. The walls are bright, the furnishings smell new like wood. There’s a stunning pine tree mural on the wall. The bed is so white, as though inviting me to jump on it.

Finally, after so many months of longing, I can have Brandon Lucien all to myself. My breath is shallow, my heart pounding in excitement, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off him.

Slowly, Brandon takes off his wristwatch, then he moves over to me to unbutton my blouse. My buttocks touch the bed. He smiles in a heart-stopping way. He is just too beautiful; it makes me feel I don’t deserve all of him. His gray eyes are mesmerizing, his new short beard irresistible. Brandon bends and takes off my shoes. I should’ve gotten to the foot spa. I wonder what he’s thinking.

But I watch him continue. His eyes dart to the zipper of my white pants, and he unbuttons them as well. The anticipation is already killing me. After unzi