Cuddles

ROSALINA'S POV

The night had been a wild ride, and my legs were feeling like jelly after all the running and drama. I swayed slightly, blaming both the exhaustion and the alcohol for my unsteady gait.

Leo had his arm around me, keeping me upright as we made our way to the apartment complex. I was tipsy, maybe a tad more than tipsy, but the weight of Leo's arm made me feel invincible.

As we stumbled our way toward the apartment complex, I couldn't help but giggle. Maybe it was the alcohol-induced mirth or the sheer absurdity of the situation, but I felt unstoppable like we were the stars of our very own action movie.

I leaned into Leo's side, my cheek resting against his chest, and let out a contented sigh. His familiar scent, a mix of his cologne and the city's hustle and bustle, was like a comforting lullaby. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of drunken bliss.

Frankie's announcement was the equivalent of a plot twist in our tipsy action movie. "The elevator's under maintenance,