Ethan sighed, tucking his phone into his pocket as he let the night wind ruffle his hair.
It was… annoying yet amusing at the same time.
Vanessa was just being herself, but her reactions never failed to entertain him.
He turned away from the balcony, stepping back into the hotel room. The contrast between the crisp night air outside and the warm atmosphere inside was stark, making him realize just how comfortable the room was.
His gaze landed on Riley, who was curled up on the bed, still deep in sleep.
Her breathing was soft and steady, her body half-buried under the thick covers.
A small smirk tugged at Ethan's lips. She had been so anxious the night before, running all the way here just to see him.
Now, she looked peaceful, almost defenseless in her sleep.
Shaking his head slightly, he slipped into bed beside her, adjusting the blanket over himself before closing his eyes.
…
The next morning, Ethan groggily blinked awake, his body still heavy with sleep.
