Furthermore, I have the closest thing to proof.

Instead of going straight to my apartment, I turn on a heel and jog across the street to the twenty-four-hour CVS. One of the great things about New York is walking into a drugstore in a pink party dress and raccoon eyes on a Sunday morning and everyone just minds their own business. The single employee behind the register doesn’t even glance up from his phone while I email myself the photograph I snapped last night and print it out in eight- by-ten glossy form on one of their instant photo development machines. I purchase a manila envelope from the stationery aisle and tuck it inside, holding the picture close to my chest.

What now?

Part of me wants to tear up the snapshot and pretend it never existed.

The more stubborn and destructive part of me wants to give it to Karina.

For now, I’m going to do nothing. It’s Sunday. I have time to think—and my lord, I have a lot on my mind. Three men, to be exact.

Quietly as possible, I slip into my apartment and remove my high heels, dangling them from a fingertip. The sun is barely up, so I should be able to escape an interrogation from Shayna. If I can just make it to my room without encountering my roommate, I will be four for four in terms of avoiding people, considering I crept out of the room at the Conrad an hour ago without waking a single member of my fan club.

I have to admit, the three of them looked insanely sexy in repose, disheveled and unshaven in their wrinkled tuxedos. There was definitely a few moments of hesitation where I considered waking up Gabe by licking his exposed muscles and giving him another chance to prove his stamina. There is something about helping him build back endurance after a long dry spell that makes me feel ticklish in places that shall remain unnamed.

And Tobias…

Without his cocky smirk, he resembles more of an angel than a devil. Facial muscles slack, two hands tucked under his head. Facing me, as if maybe he fell asleep watching me. Might as well admit it, I’m starting to soften toward him, especially after he tried to moderate his cutting remark to Gabe last night, not to mention the revelations about his former manager. Maybe I’m not softening completely, but I am growing more anxious to know about him. And the attraction. Unfortunately, it builds.

Then there’s Banks. I got the feeling he wasn’t actually sleeping when I left the hotel room. No, some intuition tells me he knew the second I woke up. I have a foggy memory of us both waking up in the middle of the night and him kissing and stroking me back to sleep. Like it was natural and we’d done it for years. I’m painfully attracted to Banks, but also comfortable with him, as I am with Gabe, while Tobias makes me feel uncomfortable. Itchy.