It’s the cooling bathwater that wakes me. Disorientated, I sit up quickly, sploshing suds up the sides, wondering how long I’ve been asleep. I release the plug and the drain gurgles, a too-loud sound in a silent house. A shiver pricks my skin as I towel myself dry. A memory tugs at my brain. It […]
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Bring Me Back – B.A. Paris
Behind Closed Doors – B.A. Paris
The champagne bottle knocks against the marble kitchen counter, making me jump. I glance at Jack, hoping he won’t have noticed how nervous I am. He catches me looking and smiles. ‘Perfect,’ he says softly. Taking my hand, he leads me to where our guests are waiting. As we go through the hall, I see […]