~~Elena~~
The door clicked shut, and the room fell quiet again.
I turned slowly to Mariana, who kept tucking the same strand of hair behind her ear over and over. I couldn’t help the small grin tugging at my lips.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice low and teasing. I already knew that look — the shy blush, the nervous gestures.
“Nothing… it’s just… it’s just—” she stammered, and I hummed softly, amused.
“Right,” I said with a smirk, letting her off the hook.
She cleared her throat and changed the topic quickly. “Let’s eat… and talk about that threat letter.”
I nodded.
The hospital room was quiet, only the soft humming of the machines filled the space. It was already late, and Mariana couldn’t return to her hotel, so we pushed two sofas together and lay down side by side.
I turned m
