~CELINE’S POV~
I stay there longer than I should. Leaning against the cold wall like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. It isn’t, but it feels that way.
I don’t trust my legs.
I don’t trust myself.
And I sure as hell don’t trust the man I just left standing in the middle of the ballroom like he didn’t just ruin everything I was trying to hold together.
I inhale through my nose, slow. Like if I take the breath carefully enough, it’ll stretch my ribs wider. Make me feel like there’s room to breathe again.
But there isn’t.
Not here.
Not with the sounds of music and voices bleeding through the doorway behind me. Not with Nathaniel’s voice echoing inside my head.
“This is getting Interesting. He didn’t deny it.”
I close my eyes. And I hate myself. Because part of me
