Chapter 32
- Estella -
She should leave. She just, she had to. Now.
Slouched on the round-shouldered chair, Estella chewed her hair like she was eating finely cut, thin-sliced sheets of cheese – the kind she frequently snacked off Georgina's leftovers the instant the precious plate plugged into the kitchen sink.
Her whole head was scattered.
Between replaying the Duke's improper but butterfly-sprouting action of snagging her waist, pulling her close, and sniffing her scent like he owned it when he dunked his nasal bridge in the dip of her collarbone…
Re-hearing his bittersweet 'Stay,' he'd mouthed in the most soul-lifting growly voice – gruff and deliciously teasing – echo for the umpteenth time in her head today.
Between that and making sense of why her body had obeyed him, why she had not defied his departing sentence to have her stay put until he got back, Estella could count the dozen knots that had loosed and screwed out of her head so far – all in her mind, of course.
