Chapter 31
Chapter thirty-one
Erik
She turns toward the door.
Then she reaches down, slips my T-shirt over her head, and drops it to the floor.
“I don’t want you thinking I took something from you,” she says calmly.
The implication lands hard. Like you tried to take from me.
I’m on my feet before I think better of it. “Let me walk you to your suite.”
I need this to end differently.
Remy stands too.
“Christianna,” he says, quieter now. “I didn’t expect the conversation to go there. I never would have asked if I thought it would.”
Her gaze cuts him off.
“You didn’t stop it once you saw where it was going,” she says. “I thought you were different. That’s on me.”
The words sting because they’re earned.
If she leaves now, there’s no circling back. No second chance.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
She pauses. Turns. Studies me like she’s weighing something.
“I’ll consider accepting,” she says.
Then she walks out.