VELVET DESIRES: Forbidden Collections
He wasn’t just gloomy, he was drinking like a madman, passing out drunk and locking himself in his room for hours.
But the time for grieving was over.
Now it was time to take what we wanted and Nora and I were done waiting.
That’s how we found ourselves outside his bedroom door tonight. I was on my knees, trying to pick the lock with a bobby pin.
“Would you hurry up?” Nora whispered, shifting restlessly behind me.
“I’m sorry, would you like to do it yourself?” I replied, holding the bobby pin up to her.
She just scoffed, rolled her eyes, and held the satin scarves in her arms. I turned my focus back to the lock, wiggling the pin until I finally heard a click.