I was in the middle of a Zoom meeting with a few of my managers when my phone beeped.
I muted the my mic and checked the message.
It was from Jace. I thought to ignore it but I saw that he had sent a video.
Curiosity got the better part of me.
I opened the video and saw that it was a recording of his bedroom in New York. I could never forget what it looked like.
The soft gray walls I'd once leaned against while he stalked toward me with that look in his eyes. The silk sheets we'd tangled ourselves in until dawn. The city lights spilling through the massive windows, painting gold across his bare skin.
I hadn't seen it in two years, but nothing had changed. And everything had.
The caption had a gasp elude my lips.
'Remember all the nasty things we used to do in here? Come home and I'll let you pick where I'll punish you first.'
