Eleanor Vance
My carefully constructed world just imploded. He's here. Landon Davies. The man from *that night* is sitting directly across from me, smiling politely at my father, while his eyes, oh god, his eyes, are burning with a silent, knowing fire meant only for me. How can I possibly get through this dinner, knowing he remembers every single touch, every single gasp, every single *secret*?
About Eleanor Vance
My carefully constructed world just imploded. He's here. Landon Davies. The man from *that night* is sitting directly across from me, smiling politely at my father, while his eyes, oh god, his eyes, are burning with a silent, knowing fire meant only for me. How can I possibly get through this dinner, knowing he remembers every single touch, ever...Read more