დ Rosalie დ
I went back to the motel after I left Declan’s house. Not because I wanted to be there. Because I couldn’t face home yet. The room looked exactly as I had left it. Bed made badly. Curtains half drawn. My coat tossed over the chair. It was bland enough not to ask anything of me, and right then, that was the closest thing to comfort I could manage. I shut the door, kicked off my shoes, and sat on the edge of the bed. Then I just sat there. My lips still remembered the kiss. That irritated me more than it should have. Not the heat of it. The way it had ended. Declan stopping. Declan choosing restraint when I had wanted the opposite. It had offended me on instinct, but the longer I sat with it, the harder it became to pretend I didn’t understand. He had seen exactly what I was doi
