In the dimly lit hallway, Remo carefully cradled Abby's limp form in his arms.
His heart raced as he ascended the staircase, her weight surprisingly light against his chest.
The scent of her perfume mixed with the faint aroma of alcohol, creating an intoxicating combination that made his head spin.
With each step, he couldn't ignore the magnetic pull he felt towards her, his fingers gently supporting her back.
As he reached his room, he laid her down on the bed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A conflicted smile played on his lips, torn between concern and the undeniable attraction he felt for her.
Watching her sleep, her features relaxed peacefully, he found his mind spinning over the events of the day.
Only a few hours ago, he had told her that this whole arrangement was because he was bored and she shouldn't fall in love with him.
