The tension between them remained thick, even as
they returned to their hotel. Debbie lay awake that
night, staring at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic mess.
She thought about Pasco, about Felix, and about the strange, magnetic pull between the two worlds she was caught in.
Meanwhile, Felix paced the balcony, his thoughts
churning. He didn't like the person he was becoming—possessive, jealous, and insecure. But the thought of losing Debbie, of watching her choose someone else,terrified him more than anything.