TElena
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the ache, that dull, small throb in my temple that had nothing to do with lack of sleep but everything to do with the events of last night.
I sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. The sunlight was mild and cold against the curtain, spilling across the dresser and casting a soft glow over the room. For a second it felt like Boston again, slow mornings filled with work emails, coffees gone cold on my desk, Sophie's laughter echoing across the hall.
Except this wasn't Boston. And last night I had seen him. The man I'd promised myself never to be in the same room with.
Grayson Hale.
His name alone caused a dull painful ache in my chest. It carried the weight of everything I'd lost over the past five years and everything I’d tried so h
