He heard me.
I knew it the second the moan slipped. The shower was a lie. Steam fogged the mirror and the water ran empty into the drain, and I was on the closed toilet with the wedding gown bunched at my waist and two fingers buried in my cunt, Grant’s text already gone from the screen. Delayed. Sunday. Don’t wait up.
Eli’s voice was the one I had kept.
If you moan mine, I’m not staying in that bed.
I said his name into my wrist. Quiet. Stupid. The hall floor answered.
The door opened. I had not locked it. I had told myself I wouldn’t have to, that a locked door was for a girl who wanted to be caught, and then I had left it unlatched like an invitation I could still deny.
Eli stood in the steam in a T-shirt and nothing like shame. Bare feet. Sweats low on his hips. He looked at my h
