Days had passed, and I stayed in the hotel with them all this time. We all needed it.
They decide it fast.
Francesco’s already by the door, keys in hand, talking about finding something decent to wear. Enzo follows, calm as ever, phone out. Max grabs his jacket with a grin, already teasing about what he’s going to pick for me. Alex pauses last, eyes flicking between me and Cassian like he’s noticed something the rest of them haven’t.
“We won’t be long,” Alex says easily. “Behave.”
Max laughs. “Or don’t. Or even better, wait for us.”
“Pig.” I scoff.
The door closes behind them, the sound echoing,
Cassian stays seated.
One arm draped along the back of the couch. Relaxed. Watching.
I linger near the kitchen counter longer than necessary, pretending to scroll through my phone.
Cas
