Madeline's POV.
By the time we returned to the apartment, the air was filled with an awkward sense, as my mind flashed with memories from a few minutes ago.
Stars were scattered so beautifully across the sky, but all I could think about was the fire curling in my belly from earlier, Liam's lips, his breath against my neck, the soft rasp of his voice when he'd whispered my name, his confession.
And then… boom. Interrupted.
Now, my dress was folded delicately in tissue, the boutique bag pressed against my side as we travelled back home.
Sebastian parked in front of the building. I gave him a tired, grateful smile before stepping out. Mrs Fernandes lingered by my side as we walked up to the elevator, arms looped together.
''You okay?'' she asked, looking at me, up and down.
''Yeah,'' I replied, quietly. ''I was just thinking about something.''
She nodded with a small smirk. ''You're not the only one, sweetheart. My son's probably pacing the floor like a hungry dog.''
