The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted a warm halo across the hotel room. Outside, the foreign city pulsed with muted traffic and distant music, but inside it was quiet, the kind of quiet that wrapped itself like a blanket around tired bodies. Hugo had been sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, making sure all the room service requests were settled, when he felt the faintest stir against his shoulder.
Lea shifted under the thick duvet. Her eyelashes fluttered as though she were still caught between dreaming and waking. Then, with a tiny groan, she pushed herself up and pressed a hand to her stomach. "Mm…" she murmured. The sound was small but plaintive—hungry.
Hugo glanced at her, a smile already tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Finally awake?" His voice dropped into that teasing softness he used only for her.
