Velvet's POV

As soon as we got into the room, I dropped onto the bed with a small sigh.

“It feels like we never left,” I said, stretching my arms.

He chuckled. “You’re still the same Velvet who likes to lie on the bed before even unpacking.”

“And you’re still the same Zavian who likes to act serious,” I teased, pulling at his sleeve. He sat beside me, the bed dipping under his weight.

For a moment, we just looked at each other. His eyes softened. He brushed his fingers through my hair, tucking a loose strand behind my ear.

“You’re too beautiful when you’re relaxed,” he whispered.

My heart...