Chapter 29 It's Opened

• Ronan
• I heard the elevator doors groan open, finally. Fresh air rushed in, and I blinked against the brightness spilling from the corridor lights.
• We’d fixed ourselves up the best we could—Liam’s shirt was still wrinkled, my belt clumsily fastened. But no one said a word. Not the two maintenance guys who got the doors unstuck. Not the security team. Not the hotel staff standing a respectful distance away like they hadn’t heard the sinful symphony echoing through those metal walls.