"I don't know what to do anymore," Einar's low voice sounded almost desperate, "she shut me off so radically that it almost feels like that night was just something I have imagined."
"Are you absolutely sure she shared your enjoyment?" Amelie's voice reached to Angelina through the half-closed door and the latter arched her brows in bewilderment.
"Positive!" Einar confirmed. "We had such an amazing time at the bar; we talked for hours and shared so many laughs! I don't remember the last time I enjoyed someone's company so much!"
Angelina pressed her back against the wall next to the door, letting out a quiet sigh.
Truthfully––and quite strangely so––she remembered that night perfectly well. Einar was right: they had an amazing time gossiping at the bar for hours and... an even more amazing time when they took things to the privacy of Einar's suite.
She felt the same. She could not recall the last time she enjoyed a man's company so much.