"Olivia," Dylan's voice carried through the quiet room as the door clicked shut behind them.
She paused mid-step, halfway to the walk-in closet, and turned to face him. Her eyes flickered with curiosity.
"Yes?" she asked, her tone neutral but attentive.
Dylan leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her closely.
"Do you know why I didn't want you to come here with me?"
Her brows drew together slightly as she shook her head.
"No, I don't. But I've been wondering."
He took a slow step forward, then another, until the space between them felt charged.
"First," he said, his voice dropping a note lower, "because I wouldn't need clothes in Italy."
A smile tugged at her lips, but she didn't interrupt.
"And second," he added, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, "because I'm not staying for two nights."
Olivia's eyes widened slightly, her expression shifting to one of surprise.
