#Chapter 85: Unlocked

Hannah I kicked off my heels with more force than what was necessary. Flopping down on the edge of the massive bed, I angrily ripped the glittering chandelier earrings from my ears and tossed them haphazardly aside. My chest heaved with ragged breaths, my fingers trembling as I worked to take down the ornate updo that my hair was in. But I fumbled, unable to work out the bobby pins. That damned image was too seared into my mind to be able to focus on anything else. Noah and Zoe, swaying together on the dance floor. Her head tilted towards his, her fingers trailing along the nape of his neck. The way his broad palm had splayed across her lower back— A mirthless laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in my throat, the sound harsh and bitter in the stillness of the bedroom. As if seeing them together wasn’t torture enough, I still had Noah’s idiotic words echoing endlessly on a loop in my mind. “Shouldn’t you only be interested in sex when you’re fertile?”