Just logistics.
Efficient.
Clean.
Professional.
Like I imagined the way he looked at me. The way he touched me. The way he made me see stars and whispered my name like it meant something.
My throat tightens.
“Right,” I whisper to myself.
This is why, Larry. This is exactly why rockstar romances are not your thing.
Because this?
This right here?
Is the part they don’t put in the books.
The morning after.
The silence.
The reality check.
I blink hard, refusing to let the tears fall.
Nope. Not doing that. Not today.
I don’t have the luxury to fall apart.
Bella needs me. And I promised Ad I would be there for her.
So I get up.
Shower.
Get dressed.
Pull myself together piece by piece until I look like someone who didn’t just give herself to a man who walked out before sunrise.
By the time I open the door, Bella is already bouncing on her toes.
“You ready?” she asks, eyes bright.
“Yep,” I say, forcing a smile.
And somehow—it works.
The car arrives.
Driver.
Bodyguards.
Silent, efficient.