Chapter 98 One Last Sin
- The room still smelled like her.
- Sun-warmed sheets tangled from the night before, her lotion lingering in the air, the ghost of her laughter caught in the salt-kissed breeze that slipped through the open doors. But it was the look she gave him now—barefoot, fresh from the shower, towel-wrapped, eyes already knowing—that wrecked whatever resolve he had left.
- They were leaving in less than three hours.