Her Uber pulls up first, and although I want to climb inside with her for more reasons than one, I don’t. I need to put some fucking space between us before I do something stupid.
I’m all over the place.
I follow closely behind her and open the door. She whips her brown hair over her shoulder and shoots me a dirty look before sitting down and pulling the door shut.
My Uber comes right after hers, and I quickly get in so I can keep an eye on Tessa’s car up ahead toward the hotel.
I shoot off a text to her brothers.
Me
Package secured. Tessa has arrived at the hotel.
Beck
Alone or did some lovesick fella follow her there?
Besides me?
Me
Alone.
Beck changes the group name:Welcome to the Family
I shake my head and put my phone back into my pocket. My Uber pulls up right as Tessa’s is driving off. I quickly scramble out of the car and jog toward the revolving hotel doors in search of her.
If I follow the line of steam from her anger, I’ll probably find her a lot quicker.
I’m playing with fire.
I know I am, yet I can’t stop.
The elevator pings, and she steps inside.
I do my best not to run.
If the doors shut before I make it over there, then I’ll take it as a sign, but when I shove my hand in between the doors, they open right back up.
Unfortunately, we’re not alone.
There are a few hotel guests crammed inside the tiny area with Tessa absolutely fuming in the back corner. I make my way toward her and place my hand in the pocket of my pants with myjacket resting over my other arm—the same jacket she threw to the ground.
The air between us crackles, and I think everyone in the elevator can feel it. They share looks with each other, and when the door opens on their floor, they rush out, leaving Tessa and me all alone.
The door closes, and my heart skips a beat.
I angle my head toward her slowly, and she’s glaring at me with a fire brewing in her brown eyes.
“Are you going to follow me to my room and put me to bed too?” she asks, annoyed.
I lift a brow. “That’s an enticing thought. Maybe I should.”
Her cheeks turn red, and I chuckle.
Then, out of nowhere, her finger presses onto the emergency stop button.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
