Amelia didn't remember saying "yes," but here she was, standing in a hotel room with Nick. She didn't even know how she hadn't cared about the looks from strangers as she walked through the hotel lobby, dressed in nothing but one of Nick's oversized white shirts.
She didn't remember how Nick had convinced her, but now she was leaning against the wall, completely surrendering to the heat of Nick's strong body pressing against hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slipped beneath the shirt, gripping her waist with a hunger that sent shivers up her spine.
Their tongues danced together, tasting, exploring, their lips swollen from the relentless exchange of kisses, each one deeper than the last. They bit, sucked, and teased, their breaths heavy and tangled between them.
"Nick... why are we here?" Amelia's voice came out hoarse, barely more than a whisper as she broke the kiss.