Aria
The taxi ride is long as hell…like, long enough for me to question my entire life. But exhaustion wins, and we both end up passing out. I wake up drooling on his shoulder just as we pull up to this apartment building that looks like a bougie-ass getaway spot. It’s all glitzy and modern, with a bar and restaurant nearby, which I note because, hello, priorities.
Lucas pays the driver and yanks me out of the car like we’re late for a flight. We shuffle inside, take the elevator up, and stop at apartment 20. He unlocks the door, and we step in.
“Holy s**t,” I mumble, spinning around excitedly. The living room’s cozy but stylish…long-ass couch, a sleek TV, and an open kitchen that’s practically begging for us to f**k right in the counter.
Lucas glances around with a faint smirk. “Not
