The room was wrapped in the quiet hum of the city outside, the occasional flicker of headlights casting soft shadows across the walls. Martina shifted slightly in Elias’s arms, her body molding against his warmth. He had fallen into a light sleep, but she could tell from his slow, measured breaths that he was still somewhat awake.
Her fingers traced lazy circles over his forearm. “Are you thinking again?” she murmured.
Elias tightened his hold around her. “Always.”
Martina smiled to herself, closing her eyes. “You don’t have to overanalyze everything, you know. Sometimes, things are just... good.”
Elias let out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss against the back of her neck. “Good doesn’t mean predictable. And I like knowing what’s coming.”
Martina exhaled, shaking her head. “Well, father
