[ She doesn't even need him to go into detail — but what does it say about her that she wishes he would? That she wants him to confess to what that night between them had meant to him, even after all this time? Her heart had been left between those sheets, poured into his mouth, stained on her thighs and his cock. Greer had been warned, once, against being too generous with it, and all it had taken to soothe the bruises Ash had left behind was Embry pressing into her until the pillow had been dampened with her tears.
It had been easy, in the immediate aftermath, to hate him for leaving, but she hadn't expected to feel anything resembling a flutter when he'd been sitting in her office, trying to encourage her to meet with Ash. She'd wanted something from him then, too — some kind of acknowledgment that the memory of Chicago isn't just that, but a cracked door that can never be truly closed. She's aching for him now, sitting this close to him, but the words that follow cut her to the quick. ]
Didn't we both forget, for a little while? [ Who they really were, who they may have really wanted — and the moment when it had all come crashing down to earth ultimately driving him from her bed. Her eyes are glassy, but she can blame it on the wine, even if her voice has a tremor in it. ]
I never imagined it could be that good, with — [ With anyone else, she doesn't say, but the words hover on the air between them. ]
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It had been easy, in the immediate aftermath, to hate him for leaving, but she hadn't expected to feel anything resembling a flutter when he'd been sitting in her office, trying to encourage her to meet with Ash. She'd wanted something from him then, too — some kind of acknowledgment that the memory of Chicago isn't just that, but a cracked door that can never be truly closed. She's aching for him now, sitting this close to him, but the words that follow cut her to the quick. ]
Didn't we both forget, for a little while? [ Who they really were, who they may have really wanted — and the moment when it had all come crashing down to earth ultimately driving him from her bed. Her eyes are glassy, but she can blame it on the wine, even if her voice has a tremor in it. ]
I never imagined it could be that good, with — [ With anyone else, she doesn't say, but the words hover on the air between them. ]