Chapter 16

I assume the pose of waltzing, placing a hand in his and the other on his shoulder, turning my face away as I lean into him, so I can at least not look at him. His cheek comes down beside mine, gently against my temple, sending another wave of butterflies through me as he starts swaying me in time to the music. It’s not the first time he’s danced this way with me. At almost every party we ever went to, we danced like this more than a fair share of times. Just none of them felt as awful as this does. It’s agony!

Held against him, feeling his body so perfectly slotted against mine, surrounded by his smell, the way he makes me feel when submissive to his movements. I have to bite down to hold it all in, remind myself how angry at him I should be. Find that inner fire of self-worth to keep my shit together because, at the end of the day… he let me go; the last thing he will ever deserve is my heartache. My heart constricts, but that inner defiant me slaps it down, shaking myself b