Sienna

By the time we got back to the suite, night had fully settled over the city. The lights from below glittered across the skyline, bouncing off the glass walls like scattered stars. Jaxon ordered dinner from room service — nothing fancy, just pasta, grilled chicken, and a bottle of red wine.

We ate on the couch, barefoot, half-watching the muted TV. The air felt softer now, calmer than earlier. For a while, it was easy to forget the strange message, the awkward moment with the ...