SERAPHINA’S POV
The hotel dining room buzzed with the easy chatter of morning, sunlight spilling across plates stacked with eggs and toast.
Light conversation, in addition to the clinking of cutlery, floated together into one messy melody.
Most of the OTS members who had stayed overnight were slumped in their seats, bleary-eyed from staying up until ungodly hours celebrating or gossiping.
But oh, not Maya. She sat across from me at the small round table, bright-eyed and entirely too chipper, stirring cream into her coffee with a grin that was far too mischievous for so early in the day.
She hadn’t even tasted her eggs yet, but she looked plenty satisfied.
“You know,” she said, drawing the words out like she was stringing pearls, “since you two haven’t checked out yet, there’s still plenty of time to…enjoy the suite.” She winked. “I promise I won’t interrupt this time.”
I nearly choked on my orange juice. Heat climbed into my cheeks so quickly it almost stung.
