Chapter Fifty Three: Pillow Talk

Celine I stepped out to join Trevor in the dining room. I sensed something was off about his mood, although he hid it behind a facade of a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He pulled out a chair for me as I approached, and I sat down, murmuring, "Thanks." He took his position adjacent to mine and raised a toast to me, drinking down his glass of wine. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "What?" He feigned ignorance. "Your mood is off, Trevor. What's going on?" I furrowed my brows. "It's almost the end of our stay here. We are just getting together. I wished we hadn't spent most of the days fighting off our attraction to each other." I pushed out my mouth, rolling it, aware I was the one primarily behind that. "I believed we still made the most of our time. We have quite some memories to look back on since our stay here." "And some wonderful moments too," his eyes sparked. "I wish we could stay longer. Spend more time with each other." I shook my head. "I wish the trip ends qui