Callie
The room still smelled like him.
No… the office I had to keep reminding myself we weren’t in some hidden cabin in the woods, but in his office with the door closed, blinds half-drawn, and our clothes scattered in two very obvious piles.
One of his bottons glinted from the floor, a small, polished thing that somehow looked indecent lying there.
I followed the trail of our chaos. The pen that had rolled under the chair, the papers crumpled at the edge of the desk. Every bit of it felt like evidence we’d have to erase.
I was still half draped across his lap in a leather chair. My robe was somewhere near the bookshelf, and the lace lingerie I’d been so proud of earlier? Torn at the strap, clinging to me by sheer stubbornness.
He hadn’t let me move far. Every time I shifted, his
