Chapter 89

Tyler. The rooftop of the fine dining restaurant felt like the best private spot, a place where I could have Arya to myself. Share myself with her. As I waited for her, memories of our passionate night flooded my mind, each detail vivid and intoxicating. I recalled the way she looked in my arms, her beauty transcendent, especially when I had gone down on her. She looked so exquisite, lying naked in my bed, her hair spread out like a dark halo against the pillow. The way she had moaned my name as I kissed and worshiped her body. The memory alone elicited a primal groan from deep within me, my body responding to the thought of her with arousal. Then, the elevator doors parted, revealing Arya in the luxurious wine-colored satin dress I had chosen for her. My breath hitched as I took her in, the gown length stopped just above her knees, teasing a glimpse of the legs with every step she took. She was stunning, more so than I could have imagined. The gown cinched at her waistline gentl