Jackson and Natalia stepped into the hotel's opulent lobby, the sudden shift from the cool night air to the warm interior sending a shiver down Jackson's spine. Or it was just Natalia's presence next to him. He couldn't be sure anymore.
"Fancy," she remarked, eyes scanning the marble floors and crystal chandeliers. "You certainly know how to impress a girl."
He smirked. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet."
He guided her towards the bar, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. The contact sent sparks through his fingertips, and he wondered if she felt it, too.
The bar was dimly lit, with dark wood and leather furniture, and soft jazz played in the background. Jackson spotted an empty booth in the corner and steered them towards it.
"After you," he said, gesturing for Natalia
