Chapter 26 Would I Have Enjoyed The Party More?

• The suite was quiet except for the stubborn, distant bass. The floor-to-ceiling windows were silvered with moonlight. I found one of Gabriel's dark shirts in a chair, put it on without buttoning it, and went to the door. The shirt smelled of him, of salt, of skin and expensive cologne.
• It was hanging to my mid-thigh, leaving my legs and sticky mess between them entirely bare.
• I stepped outside into the corridor.