CHAPTER ELEVEN : Just Once More
~Zella's POV~
The penthouse was too quiet and the night was too long and I had known within approximately twenty minutes of Brynn leaving that staying in my room was not going to work.
I tried. I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling and scrolled through my phone without absorbing anything on the screen and rearranged my pillow three times and had the internal conversation about the agreement again, which was becoming less convincing every time I had it. The quiet kept pressing in from the edges. His footsteps had gone still somewhere down the hall and that was almost worse than hearing them, the not knowing where he was, the awareness that the penthouse contained exactly two people and one of them was me and the other one was the reason the agreement
