She roughly dumped her bag on the bed and sat down. The dread of everything felt heavy on her. She could hear her own breathing in the large quiet room. Her bag consisted entirely of Zion’s shirts and she pulled one out and inhaled the deep masculine scent feeling the tears sting the side of her eyes.
Her fingers nervously checked her phone. There were no calls, no messages from him, nothing. It made no sense she tried to call him either he more than likely wouldn’t answer. She would give anything to hear his voice. The pain in her heart started to amplify and she turned it off before chucking it back into the bag and headed to the shower. She needed to wash off especially after the long flight she had just had.
She hoped the warm water would erase her pain but it didn’t. It was there t
