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her, turning his back on her. She took the moment to admire the sight of his ass in the mirror. It was a very nice ass. And she was going to just enjoy it for a moment because she had a feeling when they actually had to speak, the words he said would not be as nice as said ass.
    And suddenly, she couldn’t face what words might come out of his mouth next. Because everything was awful. Absolutely everything.
    And she’d just let her best friend take her bent over a vanity. How was that for screwing things up even worse?
    If he spoke, if he said it was a mistake, if he said what she was thinking, she wouldn’t be able to keep going. She would just crumple into a ball and wail, because the only thing on earth preventing her from falling apart was the post-orgasmic buzz that was lingering in her blood.
    “I need a shower,” she said, stumbling on her heels away from the vanity. “Dammit,” she muttered, bending down and tugging them off, feeling like an idiot with her breasts jiggling and her dress bunched up around her hips, tugging off shiny black heels.
    She pushed the dress down to the floor and padded to the bathroom, barefoot and bare-ass naked.
    She shut the door behind her and turned the water on, panic slowly rising up inside of her as steam filled the room.
    She stepped inside the shower and closed the glass door behind her.
    A sob rose in her chest and she leaned against the wall, sliding down to the floor, her knees pulled up tight to her chest.
    She was just so afraid. Of life beyond the bathroom door, where Travis was, and past that, life outside the hotel. Life after the sunrise. Because it would come. And there would probably be hell to pay.
    And hell was a demanding collections agency.
    The water from the shower blended in with the tears on her cheeks, helping her pretend she wasn’t having a total breakdown. A little denial went a long way, especially in these circumstances.
    The shower door opened and she looked up and saw Travis standing there, completely naked, his expression one of concern.
    That was weird. Because that emotion stemmed from their friendship, but standing in front of her naked had never been a part of their friendship.
    The caring was, and this was more the Travis she knew than the man who had just had her, hard and fast and rough. This was the blending of the man she knew, with the stranger, and it was a lot to take in.
    He stepped into the shower and sank down to his knees in front of her. “Are you okay?”
    “Oh...Trav, don’t do that,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
    “Don’t do what?”
    “Don’t be sweet. It’s going to make it worse.”
    “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”
    “I don’t think.”
    “I made you forget for a while,” he said, his voice husky.
    “Yeah,” she said, laughing shakily. “You did that. How about you?”
    “I almost forgot my own name,” he said, sliding his fingertip down her shoulder, to her elbow. “You have that effect on me, Syd.”
    She angled her head to look at him, searching his expression. He looked so sincere, his blue eyes so serious. And she wanted to ask what he meant. If she had that effect on him all the time, or just tonight. If there was something that spanned a time before this, and maybe even after.
    But that was breaking her own rules. And she honestly didn’t think she could handle it anyway. Not now. Maybe not ever.
    She had goals. She had plans. None of them involved risking the best friendship she’d ever had for something she wasn’t sure she would ever have the time for.
    Her political ambitions wouldn’t be conducive to a husband and family. And with Travis...
    Well, that was why they’d never slept together before. It made sense now.
    They were both so ambitious that they needed spouses who would support them, not who would take and distract from what they wanted. Travis was destined to be a high-powered lawyer, and Sydney a politician. They both needed a trophy