Elodie's POV I couldn't tear my eyes from the note since the second I found it tucked away into our secret place. I traced over the penmanship with a spark of familiarity coming to life beneath my touch in recognition. I wondered how he wrote it so quickly and how it was identical to the way it was
"You look stunning, baby." I closed my eyes in an attempt to settle my heart to his words. He was so casual with his titles that it almost made me feel guilty for not remembering them. On the very tip of my tongue was a similar compliment that silenced the way he came beside me. He was too close to
Grey's POV Pulling the note she kept close to her chest back to my nose for the countless time this week, I was existing with fraying patience. If her scent was not enough to remind me of how my body was feral to her then the fact she was still a spitfire stoked that last ember of remembrance. All
Elodie's POV Sitting on the chair across from Henry as he worked behind his desk, he believed I was working on my thesis for the end of the semester. With the way my fingers continuously clacked around my keyboard, it was easy to believe. But in truth, I was looking up any and all details I could a
"Name?" I gave my former roommates as most people would not recognize me away from Henry's arm. It seemed to work yet again as I was allowed inside after being patted down. Ensuring I was absent from any contraband, they guided me to the visitation room, and then I waited. I looked around to a wom
Elodie's POV I've gone back on and off through the week, only to be met with what felt like more of his mind games. His mischievous smile as if he could read my mind was enough to derail my thoughts more times than I'd like to admit. His curious fingers somehow always managed to find mine while I w
"So you admit it...you did this to me?" I was exhausted, hanging on every word and flux in his expression but he only bowed his head to hide it from me. "I admit I couldn't stop it. But I won't make that mistake again. I was afraid of letting myself be...me...that you would be afraid. You would see
"Yeah. Asking for him to keep paying attention to you. Am I not enough? Do I not make you feel like I'm doing all of this for us?" He asked, arms outstretched to the apartment around us. The same one was decorated by his tastes, chosen by his decision, and left more of a bachelor pad than a couple s