Esme
The car pulled up to the curb in front of my apartment. The engine hummed low before dying with a final sigh, and the sudden silence felt deafening.
I unclipped my seatbelt with fingers that were too fast, too eager. I needed to be out of that space. Needed to breathe air that didn’t smell like s*x and regret.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said softly, forcing a small smile as I opened the door. My legs were still sticky from the quick, breathless mess we’d made in the underground lot. I could feel the slick reminder of what we did every time I shifted.
Dave leaned over from the driver’s seat, grinning that boyish, satisfied smile that made me feel like the biggest fraud alive.
“That was… incredible,” he said, his voice low and smug. “Seriously, we should do that more often. You were
