Sara's words hung in the air, soft but heavy, like a confession I wasn't ready to hear. "Maybe I just wanted to see you," she said, her voice quieter now, almost sincere. "You know, before everything changes."
I blinked, my face twisting in confusion. "Huh? What?" I said, leaning forward slightly, trying to read her. The room felt too small, the glow of the vanity lights casting long shadows across her white gown.
She looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting together nervously, her short dark hair falling forward to frame her face.
"Yeah," she said, almost whispering. "I really enjoyed the time we spent together, Ezra." Her voice was soft, but there was a weight to it that made my stomach churn.
I snorted, crossing my arms, my tone flat and unyielding. "Yeah, more like you enjoyed our time in bed and blackmailing me to fuck you until you were satisfied." The words came out sharper than I meant, but I didn't care.
