Meliza's POV
The morning light was warm against my skin, golden and soft as it spilled through the bedroom curtains. I stretched lazily, my body still humming from the night before, when I felt his lips press gently to my shoulder.
"Get dressed," Ethan murmured against my skin, his voice still husky with sleep. "I want to take you somewhere."
I turned to face him, eyebrows raised. "Where are we going?"
He only smiled, his eyes sparkling with something I couldn't quite name. "To the beach. Somewhere quiet."
No other explanation. Just his hand reaching for mine, steady and warm.
I didn't ask again. I didn't need to. Because wherever he led me, I would follow—every time.
The ride was peaceful. The sky a perfect stretch of blue, the breeze running through my hair as he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other gently curled around my fingers. I leaned my head against the window, trying to calm the butterflies that had somehow taken flight inside my chest.