For someone like Adrian, the golden boy of Valeray City, countless people would find it harder than climbing to heaven just to meet him once, yet there's one person who wishes she could go her whole life without ever seeing him again.
From Adrian's voice alone, Serena Stanton could tell he was unhappy.
"I'm tired, about to sleep. You should go back." Serena wasn't getting into bed with him to make up or rekindle anything; before, when she slept beside him, it was always just because at the height of emotion, it felt natural to want to get closer, to cross another line.
It was pure and beautiful.
Adrian never gets attached to anything; he's aloof, yet generous.
She never expected to get anything from him—not then, not now. Everything has always been of her own free will.
The two stared at each other from a distance, as if an invisible thread tugged between them—no matter whether he pulled it tight or let it go slack, she remained unmoved.
