adrian
she dragged me into the room the second she saw me and closed the door behind her with a click.
her fingers curled around my wrist with surprising strength, panic flickering across her face as she pressed her back against the door as if afraid someone would follow.
for a split second, i just stared at her.
emily.
in that dress.
breathing a little too fast.
all coherent thought abandoned me.
the only reason i was at this gala tonight was because i knew she would be there. i’d told myself i’d just watch. that i’d keep my distance. that seeing her across the room would be enough to quiet the ache that had been gnawing at me for days.
i’d lied to myself.
the way the dress clung to her, elegant and soft and deceptive, the way her smile was practiced—perfect for the world, not f
