He could've gone up, of course. If he wanted to, there was no real obstacle. The hotel staff wouldn't have stopped him, Monica wouldn't have refused… not after the vibe tonight. He could've walked in beside her, taken the elevator up, and the night might've ended like the last one did. Easy. Simple. Tempting.
But he didn't.
He just stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets, breathing in the faint scent of her perfume that still lingered in the car. The temptation was there… he'd be lying if he said otherwise. She was beautiful, and he wasn't some monk from the mountains. But the thing was… he didn't want their story to be just that.
Sure, technically, things had started between them with the most chaotic, unplanned first night imaginable… a drunk party, a rescue, and a bed neither of them intended to share. But that didn't mean it had to stay like that.
