Evan
I close the hotel room door behind us, immediately we got home.
The suite was quiet, warm light spilling from the lamps, city glow bleeding through sheer curtains. But all I see is her.
Emberly stands a few steps inside the room, hands clasped in front of her, shoulders slightly drawn in as if she’s unsure of where to put herself now that we’re alone. The dress she wore earlier is gone, replaced by something simple, something soft that follows her body like it was made for her and only her. She looks… unreal. Like a thought I’ve carried for years that finally decided to take shape.
I don’t say anything at first. I don’t trust my voice not to give me away completely.
She turns toward me, eyes lifting to mine, and there it is, that look. The one that always gets me. Open. Vulnerabl
