GABRIELLE’S POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror the next morning.
My under eyes were a little bit swollen but aside from that, I looked perfect. Not glamorous or anything like that. I just looked normal.
I made a promise not to dwell on what happened last night but I won’t forget it. I won’t forget how cold and nonchalant he sounded.
I’d remember it every time I see him.
Hopefully.
When I went downstairs, Susan was already finishing up with her cleaning. I poured myself a cup of coffee, trying to ignore the tight knot in my chest.
Last night replayed in my mind in tiny, jagged pieces—his lips, his hands on my skin, and the way his voice had been so cold.
I couldn’t make sense of it, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Susan glanced up from the counter. “Good morning, Mrs
