DREY
She hadn’t called.
The champagne in my hand had gone warm, much like the conversations swirling around me—loud, but meaningless.
It had been a week since the gala—one week and I couldn't stop longing for her to reach out. She was a special kind of beautiful—someone who spoke with dignity and honesty.
I wanted her.
Aria Gerit.
I had tried to make myself feel it didn't matter, that she was just another woman with polished confidence and something to prove.
But everything about her was attractive. Her tone, her smile, her scent.
The thought of her in my bed made things even more tense for me. But none of it would mean anything if she doesn't reach out. I would never chase after a woman.
But a part of me—one I didn’t often listen to—had hoped she would.
Some part of me had w
