POV: Adriana
The suitcase lay open on the floor of our walk in closet, half filled with a random sets of clothes that didn’t even make sense together. I stood over it, holding a pair of sandals in one hand and a swimsuit in the other, completely lost. It was complete chaos in the suitcase.
“What do people even pack when going on vacations?” I asked aloud, leaning against the doorway of the closet.
From the bed, Darius looked up from his tablet. The soft afternoon light coming in through the glass walls made his sharp features stand out even more—calm, unreadable, dangerously handsome.
“I don't know. Clothes, I guess?” he said simply, eyes returning to the screen.
I frowned. “You guess?”
He chuckled, that low satisfying sound that always made my stomach flutter. “Well, the last time I
