CHAPTER TWENTY ONE : His Room
~Zella's POV~
His room was darker than mine.
That was the first thing I noticed,
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE : His Room
~Zella's POV~
His room was darker than mine.
That was the first thing I noticed.The curtains were heavier here, reducing the Paris light outside to thin silver lines at the edges. the room felt lived in instead of temporary.. A book on the nightstand. A watch on the dresser. The particular stillness of a space that belonged to someone.
I stood inside the door for a moment.
He closed it behind us.
"You can still..." he started.
"Don't," I said.
He looked at me.
"Don't give me the exit," I said. "I don't want it."
Something in his expression shifted. He crossed to where I was standing and his hands found my face and he kissed me the way h
