*Elijah*
“Nights like that are always crazy,” I sigh, tugging my shirt free from the confines of my pants as we step into the dimly lit hotel room, the door clicking shut behind us.
“Yeah, and exhausting,” Nina replies, her voice tinged with a hint of relief as she kicks off her heels, the shoes landing with a soft thud on the plush carpet.
I sink into one of the worn couches, letting out a long breath. “Oh, I’m so glad it’s over. I feel like I barely saw you all night.”
“You had a lot going on,” she acknowledges, her tone more wistful than accusatory. “People were dying to see you with Bianca.”
I wince slightly, trying to put myself in her shoes. It couldn’t have been easy for her. I had been so caught up in my own whirlwind of emotions that I had neglected to consider hers. “Come he
