The next morning, the sunlight poured gently through the hotel curtains, wrapping the room in soft gold. Lea stirred under the blanket, blinking a few times before she turned to see Hugo still asleep beside her. His breathing was slow and calm, his arm draped lazily over her waist as if he had no intention of ever letting go.
For a moment, she just stared at him—his messy hair falling slightly over his forehead, the faint lines of exhaustion softened by rest. A small smile tugged at her lips. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the man who had spent days fighting beasts and filming intense action scenes.
Then, a spark of mischief appeared in her eyes.
We've been working too hard, she thought. He needs something different. Something fun.
Lea sat up slowly, brushing her hair aside, and reached for her phone. A quick search later, her eyes widened. "The highest mountain in this region…" she whispered. "It's not that far."
