-Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the chapter: All mine by Plaza)
The towel was soft against my skin, thick and expensive, just like everything else in this ridiculous hotel suite.
I stood in the middle of the bathroom, the steam curling around me, and took a slow look around.
The marble floors. The gold fixtures. The massive, wall-length mirror reflected the warm flicker of candlelight. And, of course, the flowers. Everywhere.
Everything about this was designed to be romantic. Luxurious. Special.
And it was.
It was too much.
I wasn't used to this.
No one had ever treated me like this before—no girl had ever gone this far just for me.
Actually, I have never been on a date with a girl, the two girls I dated before never wanted to be seen in public with a girl.
None of them bothered to do anything like this for me.
It was overwhelming.
And as much as I wanted to just let myself be happy, to let myself melt into this and enjoy it, I couldn't.
