Chapter 17
Indigo
My heels were sore and my shoulders were slumped and tired as I stepped into my condo.
The air here still had the scent of that woodsy cologne of his. I closed my eyes and let the smell get to me as I carried my luggage back to my closet.
I’d never need these clothes again. The familiar black clothes hanging there made me pause. I thought better in jeans and a t-shirt. So I picked some out, tossed them on the bed, and took a shower.
Maybe if I didn’t still smell Jacob on my skin, I’d stop thinking about him. The water brushing against my body only made me remember that afternoon.
I’d been his, and yet I’d walked away. I let myself collapse on the floor of the shower, like that might make tears rock my body. But soon the hot water turned cold and all I did was shiver
