The elevator chimed. I didn’t wait for her to step out—I grabbed her hand and walked fast, the hallway spinning with my thoughts. My heart was thudding in my chest like a war drum, every step echoing with a decision I hadn’t made yet.
I unlocked the suite and pushed the door open. She stepped inside ahead of me, slow, cautious, like she was walking into the mouth of a storm. And maybe she was.
The door slammed shut behind us.
She turned to face me. "Diego—" My name on her lips did something dangerous to me.
I didn’t answer. Just stared at her. My chest is rising and falling. My jaw is ticking.
She moved toward me, her voice a whisper now. “Please say something. You’re scaring me.”
Good. Maybe she needed to be scared. Maybe I needed to see that she wasn’t as reckless with us as I fear
