Something flickered across her face—something sad, something quickly hidden. I saw it. She tried to mask it, but I caught it. My mouth opened to ask what it was, but she quickly sat up and groaned.
“Alright, fine,” she said, playfully annoyed.
She stood, fully naked, and walked straight into the bathroom, giving me one last lingering view of her ass. My jaw tightened with the urge to follow her, but I already knew—if I went in there, we’d never leave this place. And after what we did last night, I wasn’t sure she could handle another round.
So instead, I sat on the edge of the bed, got dressed, and decided to wait for her out there.
When Ariella finally stepped out of the bathroom, the moment I turned to look at her, I felt it.... something had shifted.
Something about her demeanour w
