Mature second half.
Nora POV
He is everything.
“What if…” he bites on his lower lip. “We didn’t go back tonight? Would you want to stay here?”
“What about everybody else?”
Alex’s shoulder rise and fall. “They don’t need us. They’re fine for a night.”
So confident Mr. Angel man.
“There’s a few rooms upstairs. I’m sure we could get one.”
“Fine,” I relent as though I’m not having the same thoughts as him.
The price is astronomical, but I remind myself Alex never cared about cost. Not really.
The music from the restaurant is like a slow, smooth jazz. My favorite song. Ella Fitzgerald. Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered.
I’m swaying lightly to the music while we wait for the elevator.
“You like this song?”
“I love this song. It’s one of my favorites.”
He pouts just a touch bu
