I washed myself until my skin burned.
The water ran over me, warm and steady, while my thoughts stayed loud and sharp. Every touch replayed itself whether I wanted it to or not. My body had already memorized him, and that made me angrier than anything else.
When I finally turned the tap off and stepped out, the air felt colder than it should have.
I dried myself slowly, like if I rushed, I’d fall apart.
By the time I opened the bathroom door, my chest felt tight.
Zander was standing beside the desk, his phone pressed to his ear. His posture was relaxed, like this office belonged to him in more ways than one.
“I will visit,” he said calmly. “I promise.”
The words hit me wrong.
Visit who?
The question crawled under my skin before I even knew I was listening.
He turned when he hear
