Crossing the Line

Valentin’s POV

I stepped into my room, towel-drying my hair, still grinning like a fucking idiot.

It was ridiculous. My chest was still shaking with quiet laughter, actual laughter. Not a scoff or a smirk or one of those hollow chuckles I offered at business dinners. No, this was different. This was genuine. Raw. Stupid.

I threw the towel onto the bed and sat on the edge, still breathless.

That d