Grayson
My mind was a mess.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her on that balcony, the tremor in her shoulders, her eyes glassy with tears she couldn't hold back, the way she'd fallen apart just for a moment in my arms before she pulled herself back together.
I'd told myself it was simply a concern that kept me up, replaying the events of last night. But concern didn't keep a man pacing on his bedroom floor at 3am in the morning, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand.
I'd thought about asking Bridget to return it, keep it professional and detached. But that was a lie I couldn't keep telling myself. I wanted to see Elena. I needed to.
The message I’d sent last night.
You left this on the balcony.
Had gone unanswered. I didn't blame her, but I still couldn't shake the feeling of
