Reid
I watched her walk away.
Every step took her farther from me, and I told myself it was better that way.
But my body didn’t believe it.
My hands still ached with the memory of her skin. My mouth still burned from the kiss I shouldn’t have given her. And my chest tightened with every second that passed, like some part of me knew I should stop her.
But I didn’t.
Because this… feeling… was dangerous.
I stood there in the dim light of the entryway, listening to the soft sound of her footsteps fading upstairs. And when the house finally went silent, it felt louder than any fight we’d ever had.
The urge to follow her was a physical thing — a sharp pull low in my stomach, a restless ache in my hands.
But I didn’t move.
Because I knew if I did… I wouldn’t stop.
And I wasn’t sure eit
