CHAPTER 61

Sophia’s POV

The elevator ride to our hotel room was suffocatingly silent. I could hear every tick of the numbers as we ascended. When we finally reached our floor, I breathed a small sigh of relief.

We walked to our room with no one speaking, the soft carpet muting our steps. Elijah unlocked the door and gestured for me to enter first. I stepped inside, feeling the dampness of my clothes clings to my skin even more uncomfortably in the cool air of the room.

I can’t believe I’m going to have to sleep in the same room with him!

“Give me a second,” Elijah said, breaking the silence as he rummaged through the closet. I watched him pull out a hair dryer.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to me. “Let's get you dried off a bit.”

“Thanks,” I replied, taking the hair dryer from him. My fingers brushed against his for a brief moment, and I pulled back as if I'd touched a hot stove. I plugged in the dryer and began to work on my dripping clothes.

For a moment, I felt as if we were husband and wif