HER POV
I stood in Eli’s hallway for what felt like hours.
My pulse still hammered. My panties were soaked. My lips were bruised from a kiss that wasn’t his.
It wasn’t even mine.
It belonged to him.
The door creaked open behind me. Eli stepped out, face soft, boyish. Concern tugged at his brow.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded too fast.
He smiled, holding up a bottle of wine. “Thought we could open this… loosen up.”
He didn’t notice my shirt was crooked.
Didn’t notice the finger marks on my thigh.
Didn’t notice the shadow still lingering behind my eyes.
He wasn’t the kind of man who noticed things like that.
Which made it worse.
I forced myself to follow him back inside. The apartment smelled like cinnamon and cheap cologne. There were records stacked beside the couch and a ca
