Chapter 15
Aurora didn’t move.
She just sat there, her fingers clutching the fabric of her pajama top like she was trying to hold herself together. The room still smelled like him—strong, dark, and impossible to ignore. His scent lingered, but his words had been colder than anything she’d ever felt.
"Don’t mistake this for anything more than what it was."
The way he said it, so flat and cold, kept replaying in her head. Her chest ached, even though she told herself it shouldn’t. She’d known what kind of man Grayson Moore was. He didn’t feel. He didn’t love. He didn’t care. But that didn’t stop her from hoping—just a little—that maybe it meant more.
A shaky breath slipped out of her lips.
She looked toward the door, half-expecting it to open again. Maybe he’d come back, say something
