A hotel lobby, two tall and dark drinks of water, and Crista caught right in the middle—literally. The chemistry crackled like a struck match, and as the elevator doors slid shut, so did the last bit of her self-restraint. Flushed cheeks, teasing hands, and the kind of tension that could make the whole building lose power. A slow climb to the top floor, but let’s be real, darlings—no one was waiting until check-in. After all, some nights are just made for getting carried away. 🔥
XOXO Ashleigh
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