CATALINA
I had changed out of the dress the moment we got back, peeling it off like it carried the weight of the entire evening, which honestly it did, because the moment I took it off, relief washed through my veins.
This was one hell of a whatever billionaire gathering we had just walked out from.
I pulled on my oversized shirt and fuzzy socks, and sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment just staring at the wall, trying to figure out what exactly I was feeling and coming up completely blank.
He had been almost warm tonight; almost back to how things used to be.
From the way he moved us away from that Rodrigo man before I even had to say anything, to the way he pulled me onto the dance floor without asking properly, the five minutes thing, and the way he said "more than I used t
