Chapter 77: A Lying Bride
Reese
Her perfume clung to the air long after the door had shut behind them, intrusive in a way that made it impossible to ignore, as though she had left a piece of herself behind on purpose just to linger under my skin.
Even as I stepped out of the room and into the hallway, the faint, familiar scent followed me, wrapping around my senses and tightening something low in my chest, something dangerously close to irritation and something far too close to want.
It was ridiculous, really, how something so intangible could provoke such a visceral reaction, but there I was, jaw clenched slightly as the thought crossed my mind—unfiltered, sharp, and entirely inappropriate—that if she were still here, I would’ve dragged her back by that tiny, transparent white dress
