Elena’s POV
“Stay with me tonight,” I whispered, my fingers still curled lightly around his wrist. My eyes, half lidded with sleep, searched his face to catch even the smallest flicker of expression. He hadn’t even changed out of his dinner clothes. Just stripped off the suit jacket.
For a moment, he didn’t move. His gaze searched mine, like he was trying to find the answer he needed in them. I thought he might just turn and walk away, but instead he let out a slow breath and lowered himself onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, his warmth instantly surrounding me.
He shifted onto his side, facing me silently. His eyes pinned me in place and I felt like the intensity of his gaze was going to make me melt. He was still angry. I could see it in his eyes. How could I make him
