It started as a business trip, nothing more. A dull conference, a glass of wine, and a stranger at the hotel bar with a smile too dangerous to ignore.

We talked until the bar closed. He leaned closer, slipped his hotel key across the table, and whispered, “Room 317.” My heart raced as I held it in my hand, knowing exactly what would happen next.

I told myself I’d just say goodnight. But when the door clicked shut behind me, the lie melted away with his lips on mine.

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