Tristan's POV
I placed Aitana on the bed and covered her body with the covers. Sebastian and I tried only to bathe her, but she knew how to make us lose control. We ended up doing it on the bathroom counter, in the bathtub, and even in the shower. After all that, Aitana was so tired she couldn't move a muscle. We dried her up so she wouldn't catch a cold and put her in one of my shirts. By the end, she had dozed off and was now sleeping like a baby.
We were definitely going to lose the flight. I doubt she will wake up in two hours. It would be a miracle if she did, even I'm tired, and she took two of us at once.
I tucked the blanket tighter around Aitana’s sleeping form, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. Even exhausted, she looked breathtaking—lips still slightly swollen from o
