Leena’s POV
The sun was shining over the garden terrace of the Stanford estate, painting everything gold. I stood in silence, wrapped in the satin robe Ethan had left on the edge of the bed this morning, still carrying the scent of him, cedarwood, spice, and something uniquely his.
Last night’s memories played on a loop..His touch, his voice whispering promises into my neck, his lips trailing over my skin like I was a fragile glass which he didn’t want to shatter...For the first time in a long time, I hadn’t dreamt of running.
I’d dreamt of staying.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Ethan’s voice pulled me from the trance. I turned to see him leaning against the French doors, shirt unbuttoned at the top, tie loose, looking like he owned the world and somehow still wanted me more than all of i
