A Pyte Valentine
“Why am I here?” Chris asked, closing his eyes as he settled more comfortably on the hotel bed.
“Because I need help,” Madison said distractedly as she continued to do whatever it was that she was doing with all those candles.
“With what exactly?” he asked, slowly exhaling as he relaxed on the soft down comforter.
“Setting up the room,” she said, making him wonder if she really knew him at all.
“You’re doing fine,” he said, having absolutely no idea if she was or not and not really caring, not when he could sneak in a nap before he had to go… Read More