Chapter 87 I Want To See You Fall From Grace
- The room still held the remnants of a romantic air.
- She forced her head upwards and took in the sight of the crumpled skirt and blouse.
- Hurt flashed in her eyes as her gaze roved over the bed to land on the sofa, where he lounged in a grey fleece pajama. A lighted cigarette was held between his fingers as smoke idly made its way upwards, enveloping his face in a hazy blur.