Zee.
I stood frozen for a long time, the music behind me thumping against my spine like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.
My fingers toyed with the hem of my corset as I stared after Denver’s retreating form. My mind felt torn between the night’s triumph and the ache he left behind.
He said he wanted me to be happy.
But the truth?
I wasn’t sure I even knew what that meant without him.
Because I wanted Denver. I wanted him in ways I hadn’t wanted anyone before. And not just because he was beautiful, funny, or wild in all the ways I wasn’t. But because with him, I felt everything.
Even when he was hurting me.
Even when he was pretending not to care.
The worst part was, I believed him when he said it wasn’t about what he wanted. That it was about protecting me. And that made it harder.
