Ava's POV
The hotel suite was filled with quiet hums of the morning, a lazy sun filtering through the balcony curtains. Damien had insisted on one last kiss before we went to knock on Chloe and Ezra's door—though, in typical Damien fashion, one kiss turned into five and somehow his shirt ended up halfway off again.
"Focus," I scolded playfully, fixing my hair. "We're just checking on them. Breakfast."
"Right," he smirked, grabbing a croissant from the tray we brought along. "Breakfast. And maybe to gloat about how we didn't get interrupted by room service."
I rolled my eyes and knocked on the door.
It creaked open after a pause, and Chloe peeked out, face flushed and hair clearly not brushed since last night. She looked like she'd just thrown on a robe in a hurry—and then I saw Ezra, shirtless, standing behind her, rubbing his neck with that unmistakable afterglow smirk.
I froze.
So did Damien.
And then… I saw it.
A dark mark on Ezra's neck.
Another on his collarbone.
And Chloe?
Her robe had slipped slightly on her shoulder—and my eyes widened.
"Oh," I blurted before I could stop myself. "You guys—?"
Chloe turned crimson.
Ezra raised an eyebrow, biting back a grin. "You brought food. Thoughtful. We've been working up quite the appetite."
Damien choked on his croissant.
I slapped his back, trying not to burst into laughter.
Chloe tried to pull the robe tighter, mortified. "Oh my God. I didn't know you guys would be here so early—"
"Oh we weren't," Damien drawled, clearing his throat dramatically. "But I see you two were up late. Or… early."
Ezra leaned against the doorframe, unbothered, arms crossed. "Hickeys are art, Damien. Let the man appreciate."
Damien squinted at one just below Chloe's jaw. "You know, I think that one's shaped like a heart."
"Ezra!" Chloe squeaked, smacking his arm.
I finally burst out laughing and grabbed Damien's hand. "Okay, okay, let's go before this gets any more inappropriate."
As we turned to leave, Damien whispered close to my ear, "Should we show them your hickey too? The one behind your ear?"
I swatted him with a gasp. "Damien!"
Ezra heard it. "Well, well, seems everyone had a fun night."
"I hate all of you," Chloe mumbled behind the door.
But I saw the smile on her face.
And when I glanced at Damien—he looked at me with that look I'd missed for so long, full of teasing and adoration—I knew we were all exactly where we were meant to be.