Nathan lay on the sofa in Elena’s apartment, his breathing still not completely steady. Sweat dampened his forehead, while a small smile curved on his lips. Elena was still on top of him, her hair slightly messy, her cheeks flushed, and her smile mischievous.

Nathan wiped his face with the palm of his hand and chuckled softly.

“I… really lost tonight,” he murmured, gazing at Elena who was still pressed against his chest.

Elena raised her eyebrows, pretending not to care. “Who ...