63|We All Need to Grieve

~Declan~

My jaw fluttered, balling my hands as I shoved them into my pants pocket.

Elena stood. Her movements were slow and calculated. She picked up a white folder from the documents on her desk. I carefully regarded her actions, reading her body language until she stood before me.

Her scent, even three feet away, made my stomach tighten. My hands itched to grab her, kiss the life out of her, tel