Have No Idea

Ellen stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, gently running a brush through her hair. As she brushed her hair, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her thoughts drifting back to the previous day.

She could still feel the warmth of Mason's embrace, the way his arms had hesitated before wrapping around her, and the gentle way he had brushed her hair behind her ear. It was such a simple gesture, but it had left her heart fluttering, like a delicate butterfly trapped in her chest. And when she had told him she would miss him, she hadn't known what to expect. The words had slipped out, unplanned and raw, but Mason's response had taken her by surprise. He had promised to be back home soon, A quiet comfort that reduced some of the unease that had been gnawing at her.