"I jumped in, started the engine, and threw it in reverse, gravel spitting up behind me as I tore out of the driveway like a man possessed."
"I finally headed back to the foyer, throat tight, heart heavier than before. They were both there. Still. Still glaring. Still silent..."
"Something was off. I knew it the moment I walked into the dining hall. The air was thick. Still. Like the whole house was holding it's breath."
"I didn't knock - I just walked straight into his office. Time was too critical for pleasantries."
"After changing into skimpy biker shorts and a revealing sports bra I headed to the gym on the first floor..."
"Suddenly staying in my room forever sounded very appealing to me..."
"The pool sparkled like something from a magazine. She walked toward it slowly, her bare feet silent on the tile..."
"She was just across the courtyard, close enough to touch, but locked in a cage I couldn't open..."
"He didn't say a word until we reached the clearing, wide and green, with a lazy glimmer of blue lake water just ahead..."
"By midnight, I had reached Westman Street - a run down warehouse district lined with crumbling industrial buildings. Everything looked dead, deserted. Forgotten."
"The space was industrial, maybe a warehouse or a basement. A single cot. One rusty chair. One door. No windows. The smell of mildew clung to everything..."
"Go!" his voice came from the shadow, "Hurry up and go towards the West Wing and across the breezeway..."
"It was the kind of laughter lovers share in a fragrant garden illuminated by moonlight.
"I turned on my heel and walked into the stables, letting my hips sway with just enough exaggeration to punish him for his silence..."