Riley:
The engine hummed beneath me, steady, but my thoughts were anything but. Every nerve in my body screamed, every pulse a reminder of him—Cade. His hands were on the counter this morning, jaw tight, eyes dark, my stomach twisting, and my mind spinning. I hadn’t been able to sleep. Couldn’t sleep. And now I was driving, trying desperately to act like a normal person while my body and brain were a hurricane of chaos.
Anger, lust, frustration—all of it—rolled through me like fire. I clenched the steering wheel until my knuckles burned, forcing myself to focus on the road. Each stoplight, each curve, each familiar street sign should have been mundane. It should have been grounding. Instead, every glance at the rearview mirror and every tiny movement from the corner of my eye reminded me
