Zee.
I closed my bedroom door with a soft click and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath.
The silence in the room was deafening after the electricity of having Denver here. My chest ached in that weird, hollow way like I’d lost something I never really had.
He was gone.
He’d stepped into my room, looked at me with those maddening eyes, touched my face like I was fragile glass—and then left without kissing me.
Again. The second time. My lips were still tingling from the tension that never turned into more.
I swallowed hard and crossed the room slowly. I sat on my bed and stared at where he’d stood just minutes ago.
It hurt more than I wanted to admit.
For a moment—just a second—I thought maybe he’d lean in. Maybe he’d finally kiss me again. Maybe all the fire in his eyes w
