I guess it was only a matter of time before he gave up on me.
I squeeze my eyes as memories of Elijah tear through me like broken glass. His voice. His touch. The way he used to look at me—like I was the only thing in the room.
Flashes I can’t control.
Can’t silence.
Goddamn him.
He was inside me—mind, body, and soul. I gave him that.
Willingly.
I’ve never felt a connection like that in my life. And I really believed—god, I believed—he felt it too.
Apparently not.
What he shares with Gabriel obviously means so much more. More than what we had. More than what I thought we were building.
They have a history.
A daughter.
Fucking wedding bands, for Christ’s sake.
What thehellwas I thinking?
A sharp buzz from the intercom slices through the air, yanking me out of my spiral.
Grabbing a towel, I step out of the shower, steam peeling off my skin. For the first time all day, I actually feel lighter. Almost human again.
I slip into a clean pair of lounge pants, no underwear, and start drying my hair with one hand while fumbling for my phone with the other. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
I open the building’s app and pull up the entry feed.
“Yeah?” I say flatly.
“It’s Elijah. Let me in.”
All that heat from the shower drains out of me in an instant.
So much for feeling relaxed.
A hot wave of frustration curls through me, steady and rising, burning hotter than the steam still clinging to my skin.
“What do you want?” My voice comes out low, rough, sharp.
“I want to come in, damn it. Buzz me in.”
ELIJAH
I’ve beena wreck these past three days, pacing like a caged thing. I told myself to give Alex space. Time to regroup. Time to come to his senses.
He has to know how I feel about him.
What we shared… it wasn’t just casual. It was intimate. Charged with want, need—love.
Iknowhe felt it too.
