Sheila’s POV
The door clicked shut and I just stood there, frozen.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t even breathe. The quiet hit too fast, too heavy. His scent was still in the air, the kind of clean, sharp smell that wouldn’t leave no matter how much I wanted it to.
My hands were shaking. I didn’t know if it was from what just happened or from how fast my heart was still beating. I pressed them to my stomach, trying to steady myself, but it didn’t help. My skin still tingled. My body still remembered every second.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. My legs felt weak. I could still feel him everywhere not in a sweet way, but like he’d branded himself into me.
The room looked the same, but it didn’t feel the same. It felt smaller, warmer, like the air itself was holding on to what we’d don
