The villa's deck overlooked the steaming hot springs, the night air cool against my skin as Elias and I stepped out under the canopy of stars. The jealousy from that street encounter still simmered faintly in my chest, but his teasing had diffused it into something lighter, warmer, a playful spark that lingered between us.
The resort's peace enveloped us: the gentle bubble of the natural pool, the distant hoot of an owl in the pines, the mineral-scented mist rising like a veil. Elias had dimmed the outdoor lights to a soft glow, casting shadows that danced across the wooden planks.
He guided me to the edge of the private pool, his strong arm around my waist, pulling me close enough that my seven-month bump pressed against his hip.
"Still grumbling, love?" he murmured, his golden
