The suite is quiet when Elias comes back in.
Mia is on the bed, face-down, completely still. She's changed into what the hotel sent up. The fabric moves with her breathing in small, liquid shifts.
He stops just inside the door.
He's seen her in a wetsuit, in a sundress, in the lavender bikini at Tofino, in the sapphire dress she'd been wearing three hours ago when the night was still something else entirely.
This is different from all of those. There's nothing performing here. Just her, and the slow rise and fall of her back, and the faint flush still on her cheekbones.
He sits on the edge of the bed.
His phone goes before he's had thirty seconds of quiet.
He already knows who it is. He had been expecting it, actually.
He watches Mia's eyelids flicker at the sound, and steps out to
