XAVIER
Lyra had been insistent that she didn’t want to return to her hotel room after everything that had happened. So, I figured it would be a good idea to take her out for a drink, hoping it would help her unwind. What I hadn’t expected, though, was how quickly she would drink herself into a stupor, falling asleep in the car on the way back, when I had absolutely no idea which hotel she was staying or in what room.
And now, here we are.
I stood by the side of the bed, watching her sleep peacefully. The soft sound of her snores slipped through her tiny, rosy lips slightly parted.
My heart tightened at the sight of her vulnerability. Gently, I squatted down beside her, my fingers tenderly brushing a strand of hair away from her face. I tucked the hair behind her ear, savoring the softn
