Chapter 22
Graham's POV
Janessa had barely shut the door before the silence hit me.
The suite felt… empty. Wrong, even.
I caught myself smiling at it. At her, really.
She had a way of filling a room.
Leaving faint traces of perfume, low humming, laughter that bounced off walls. Even my phone charger was mysteriously “missing.”
It was strange, sharing space again. Stranger still, how natural it felt.
A woman’s presence softened things. The air, the edges of the day, even the way I moved through it.
And Janessa… she made existence look cinematic.
This morning, she’d walked out of the bedroom like a fever dream of confidence.
A pink-and-orange top. Thin spaghetti straps. Ruffled tails cascading all around her.
Fitted boot-cut trousers. The kind Alesha always wore when she wanted
