Aitana's POV
I'm not sure if staying one more night was something we should have done. Still, my mates had taken care of everything—rescheduling our flight, arranging for a private jet (Sebastian's courtesy, once again), and even securing a bulletproof car. I think this is all too much, but they insisted numerous times that this was for my safety.
We were in the hotel's lobby. Sebastian was going to go first in one black SUV, and Tristan and I would go in another one, meaning this was the time to say goodbye.
"Hey, girasol," Sebastian said softly, his soft hands cupping my face and lifting it so the tips of our noses would touch. This is not a goodbye, my beautiful mate. We will see each other again."
I nodded, I knew we would, I just wanted to leave something behind with him, somet
