When they returned to the villa later that evening, Anna’s legs were sore from walking, but her heart felt strangely lighter. Jaden scooped her into his arms effortlessly, carrying her up despite her protests.
“Put me down!” she said, her voice flustered.
“Not a chance,” Jaden replied, his tone teasing but firm. “You’ve had enough for one day.”
By the time they reached their room, Anna was quiet, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. She felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, the strength in his arms as he held her.
When he set her down gently on the bed, she glanced up at him, her gaze searching his. But before she could speak. His cold demeanor returned, disarming her smile.
“Get some rest, Anna,” he said coldly without emotion. “Tomorrow’s another day.”
With that, he turned and left, leaving her alone with her thoughts—and the memory of a kiss that refused to leave her mind.