Natalia:
The hotel room was still warm from the morning sun, the faint hum of the city below spilling in through the half-drawn curtains. I sat at the edge of the bed, legs curled under me, still wrapped in one of Nolan’s shirts. It was too big on me, the sleeves hung past my hands, the fabric soft against my skin, and yet somehow, it felt right.
He was sitting opposite me, his hair still damp from a shower, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as he watched me stir the coffee he’d brought from the lobby.
It should have been awkward.
It wasn’t.
If anything, I don’t know when I last felt this comfortable.
“Are you staring at me?” I asked, finally meeting his eyes.
“Yes.” His voice was calm, unhurried. “You do that a lot when you think I’m not looking.”
I arched an eyebrow. “D
