Zoey:
If I hadn’t seen the news headlines myself, I might have thought it was all a dream.
Except dreams didn’t come with marble floors, glass walls, and a skyline view worth more than everything I had ever owned combined.
I stood in the middle of Alex’s penthouse, or our penthouse technically, wrapped in one of the crisp white shirts I found in the closet because the dress from last night felt like too much to breathe in. The fabric smelled faintly of him, something clean and sharp, and it made my heart beat all wrong. I didn’t know if it was his, but I secretly hoped it was. Did I just say that? That wasn’t me talking.
The world outside was already awake. I could hear it in the faint hum of traffic below and in the low buzz of my phone lighting up every few seconds with notifications
