Ella's POV
The door clicked shut.
That was all it took for the silence to rush in like a wave, drowning every thought I hadn't yet dared to face. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands curled into the sheets he'd just abandoned, the heat of his body still lingering in the air. My breath came out shakier than I wanted, chest rising and falling like I'd just run a mile—but I hadn't. All I'd done was feel.
And gods, I had felt everything.
Remo had unraveled me with just a look. The way his hands trembled with restraint, how his lips had hovered over mine like a promise he couldn't keep. He had pulled away right when I needed him most, retreating behind that cold exterior, leaving me with questions he didn't want to answer.
I swallowed the lump rising in my throat.
No tears. I wouldn't cry
