Freya's POV
I let out a soft laugh. "Why wouldn't I? You've been to my apartment plenty of times before."
His smile deepened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Tonight feels different though."
He was right. This marked the first time I'd extended such an invitation since we'd officially become a couple. The unspoken implications hung heavy between us, a silent agreement neither of us needed to voice.
I caught his gaze and whispered, barely audible, "Then come up if that's what you want."
Without another word, he followed me from the car toward the building entrance, his quiet smile speaking volumes.
The elevator ride passed in charged silence. When our hands brushed accidentally, we both jerked away as if burned. At my door, he stood close enough that his breath warmed the crown of my head, sending electric shivers down my spine.
