I didn’t sleep even after Noah left, the room cooled and my skin stopped tingling with the memory of his hands. I just lay there motionless listening to the creak of the ceiling fan and the buzz of something I couldn’t name pulsing beneath my skin.
Desmond’s house didn’t feel safe anymore. It felt… heavy like the walls were watching me and they knew what I’d done.
By morning, the air was so thick that it felt like I had to swallow it just to breathe. I packed slowly and quietly. I didn’t have much, just a few clothes, some toiletries, and a journal I barely wrote in anymore. I folded things carefully like I was trying not to make noise, like a child sneaking out of a room she was no longer welcome in.
But I wasn’t really sneaking out, I just didn’t want a scene. I should’ve known bette
