*Eliza*
I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen.
Jared was walking around the room, gathering his clothes and tossing them in a pile by the door. He staunched the fire and turned out the lamp in the far corner of the room, all while I stood awkwardly in the threshold to the bathroom.
“Is there anything you need from your room?" he asked through the near-total darkness.
He turned on a lamp on his bedside table, his body illuminated by soft amber light. Naked, except for boxers, he was a vision. The light washed over every ridge and tight muscle of his body, which rippled as he roughly pulled the thick velvet covers down over black satin sheets.
I shook my head as I padded into the bedroom, grabbing my journal.
I could tell he was fine interrupting whatever Scarlett and Archer were
