"I… I changed my mind, Ross," she whispered, her voice small but steady.
He blinked, waiting.
Sabrina's cheeks burned a deeper shade of red.
She lowered her gaze for a second, then lifted it again—her eyes shining with a mixture of nervousness and shy resolve.
"I want that massage after all."
The words left her lips barely above a whisper, but Ross heard them.
And Sabrina felt her entire body heat up as she realized—she had just crossed a line she could never step back over.
"That's good. Come to my room tonight," Ross whispered back, leaning just close enough that only she could hear him.
His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable weight behind the words.
He was careful—too many people were nearby, and the last thing he wanted was unwanted attention that might make Sabrina retreat into herself.
Sabrina nodded quickly, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.
She didn't trust her voice at first, but when she took a step away, she glanced back at him.
