Chloe sat on the edge of the couch, hands folded in her lap, her mind restless. She had been thinking about this for days, weighing every thought, every moment, every feeling. Everything with Starry had been a whirlwind, and she felt like she had been caught in a current too strong to swim against.
Now, she finally had clarity—or at least, she thought she did.
She looked up when she heard footsteps. Starry had just arrived home, still in his suit from work. He had sent most of the domestic staff away and made the others work daily and leave, all because he said he wanted to know that it was mostly him and Chloe in the house. He even implied that when he walked into the house, he wanted to know that she could be in any room and he could go to her.
“Come to you,” he'd said and she'd shud
