The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me standing there in my wedding dress, heart racing, thighs pressed together, and my mind spinning with guilt, fear… and a dark, throbbing desire I couldn’t deny.

I looked at Chris, still snoring on the bed.

Then I looked at the door.

Room 1428.

I had a choice to make.

I stood there for what felt like forever, the heavy silence of the honeymoon suite pressing in on me.

Chris’s snoring had settled into a steady, obnoxious rhythm, the kind that would probably last until morning. My beautiful lace wedding dress suddenly felt too tight, too heavy, too symbolic of everything I was...