Chapter 7: New Relationship
: The Last Visit
The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Brad's apartment. The minimalist space was bathed in a soft, inviting light that danced off the sleek lines of the modern furniture and the stark white walls. The air was filled with the faint scent of Brad's cologne, a fresh, woodsy aroma that Cheyenne had grown to love.
She sat curled up on the plush sofa, a glass of wine in hand, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
The silence of the empty apartment was deafening, the echoes of their lovemaking still fresh in her mind. She could still feel the ghostly touch of Brad's hands on her body, still hear the filthy words he had whispered in her ear.
The doorbell rang, startling her from her thoughts. She set her wine glass down on the coffee table and made her way to the front door, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew who it was, knew this was the visit she had been both dreading and longing for.
She took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle.
As she pulled it open, she was met with the familiar sight of Callum standing on the other side, his tall, lanky frame silhouetted against the fading light of the setting sun. He looked thinner, paler than she remembered, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion and pain. But there was something else too, a raw, primal hunger that made her heart skip a beat.
"Cheyenne," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I come in?"
She stepped aside, allowing him to enter, her eyes never leaving his.