CHAPTER 25 : Panties in the air
The sun rays sliced through the tall windows of Marcus’s study, cutting across the room in long, accusing stripes of gold. Dust floated lazily in the air like ash after a burn, catching the light, too soft for the storm still rattling inside Eleanor’s ribs.
Eleanor sat up slowly on the leather couch, the blanket slipping from her shoulders like a discarded secret. The expensive throw, soft, wool, probably imported did nothing to soothe the cold building in her chest. Her fingers curled into it anyway, knuckles pale.
The room looked different now. The chaos wasn’t just in her; it was everywhere.
Clothes lay tangled on the floor, careless and unapologetic. Her jeans inside-out. Her bra near the corner of the coffee table. His belt draped over the armrest
