“Here.” I handed her the clothes when she tried to close her legs and cover her flushed breasts. “Let me help you.”
I knew she could do it on her own, but helping her dress was much more intimate than removing clothes off of her body. It didn’t make sense, but it felt right to me. It felt good and brought me joy.
Valeria mumbled a soft thank you when I buttoned her jeans and straightened her top. She always dressed in pastels and neutrals, which I adored.
Kissing the top of her head, I whispered, “We are going to dine in your room tonight. Just the two of us.”
“I am looking forward to it.” Valeria gave me a shy smile, her fingers scrunching on my shirt as she leaned up to kiss my cheek.
My cheeks were flushing as I opened the door. My guard told me about the call from an unknown number in Australia. I apologized to Valeria that I couldn’t walk her back to her room because I had to make a call. It would be none other than Zara.
I needed to talk to my sister.