Allison's POV
The Pacific storm continuing for who knows how long was a fact.
After weighing my options for a moment, I sat down on the sofa with all the outward appearance of dignity while inwardly feeling anything but.
I grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it to my chest, absently fidgeting with its tassels as I considered my predicament.
Sitting in the hotel lobby meant enduring curious stares from passing strangers, no food, and the constant discomfort of being on display.
Staying in Lucian's suite meant having food, drink, and a comfortable bed—the master bedroom, no less.
The choice was obvious, even if my pride hated to admit it.
Lucian polished off his breakfast like it was some kind of royal ceremony—slow, unbothered, and annoyingly elegant for a man who was s
