The house is too quiet the next morning.
The kind that presses against your ears and makes you aware of every small movement, every breath, every thought you're trying not to have. I shouldn't still be thinking about last night But I am….im thinking about The kiss, the way his hand didn't leave me and the way he said my wife like it meant something more than a contract….. then the car ride.
The tension with david…I shouldn't have pushed that far but I did and now I'm lying here staring at the ceiling, replaying it over and over again like an idiot.
I groan softly and drag a hand over my face.
"Get up, Bella."
I can't stay in bed all day thinking about a man who probably woke up this morning completely unaffected. I force myself out of bed, get dressed in something simple, and head downstairs. The house staff moves quietly, respectfully, like always.
Everything looks normal, which somehow makes it worse beecause nothing feels normal.
