Sienna
The silence stretched for a few seconds before Jaxon finally reached for the handle. My breath caught as the door eased open.
Standing there was the tour guide — the same cheerful guy from yesterday, holding a clipboard and wearing that easy, tourist-manager smile.
“Oh, good morning!” he said brightly, clearly unaware of the storm he had just caused in my chest. “Hope I didn’t wake you two.”
Jaxon blinked, still half in shock. “Uh, no… we were just…” He glanced back at me. “Getting ready.”
The guide nodded, checking something off his list. “Perfect! Just wanted to let you know breakfast will be served downstairs in ten minutes. It’s a buffet, so you might want to get there early — things go fast.”
I peeked out from behind Jaxon, trying to look normal while still clutching my r
