~ELENA~

Nico stretches out on my reading nook like he owns it. One leg propped up, his shirt still half unbuttoned, and that smug devastating grin playing on his lips.

I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You always make yourself this comfortable in a girl's room?” I ask.

He shrugs, unbothered. “Only when the girl looks like she's dying to ask me to stay.”

I scoff.

“In your dreams.”

“Oh sweetheart…” he glances at me through those thick lashes. ...