Chapter 72: Sebastian

The curtain swished shut behind her.

I stood there like an idiot, staring at the space she’d just occupied.

My hands were still curled at my sides, knuckles white, like my body hadn’t caught up to the fact that she was gone again.

That dress—fuck. It clung to every curve I’d tried to forget, the way the beading caught the light right over the swell of her breast, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips that made my mouth go dry even now.

Her cheeks had been flushed, tears making he