Elena stood by the edge of the double bed, the dark green silk of her dress sliding over her torso as she pulled it back on.
Liam small, one-room apartment had finally gone quiet, the heavy, chaotic energy from the three-way encounter entirely settled.
The only sound left was the low, steady rhythm of Clara's breathing.
Clara was completely dead to the world, curled up on her side beneath the rumpled white sheets, her blonde hair messy against the pillow and her face relaxed in the shadows.
Liam propped himself up on his elbows, watching Elena as she zipped up the back of her dress with a short, practiced tug.
Her movements were calm, but there was a slight stiffness in her shoulders that wasn't there before.
"Are you leaving?" Liam asked, keeping his voice low so he wouldn't disturb the sleeping girl next to him.
Elena paused, smoothing down the front of her skirt. She looked over at him, her hazel eyes catching the dim light of the room.
