When they got back to Georgia’s hotel room, the lights were soft and warm, wrapping the place in a calm glow. May flopped onto the bed, sighing loudly as she kicked off her heels.
"My feet are screaming. I swear I need a foot massage."
Georgia chuckled, pulling the curtains slightly to let the city lights peek through. She grabbed two bottles of water from the small fridge and handed one to May.
“Thanks,” May said, taking a big gulp. “That dinner was everything.”
Georgia sat down on the couch, twisting the bottle cap but not drinking yet. She looked like she was thinking hard about something.
“Hey, May?”
“Hmm?” May replied, lying flat on her back now, one leg hanging off the bed.
“Lucian’s on a business trip, right?”
“Yup,” May said lazily. “Left the day after we all went to the cl
