"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice husky and magnetic when he noticed her trying to leave his embrace.
"I need to use the restroom." Phoebe's voice was quiet as she avoided his gaze. Her heart felt heavy from the tears she had shed moments before. She wanted to wash her face—or more truthfully, she needed a moment alone to gather herself.
She pushed herself up, but her legs gave out before she could steady her balance. In an instant, she fell back into his arms.
"Ah, so greedy for my embrace?" His lips curled into a playful smirk, and a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. The wicked charm in his tone and demeanor was a stark contrast to his cold and silent self from the night before. It was as if he had become a different man.
"You... go to hell!" Phoebe's face flushed a dee
