Briar point of View
After they dressed, Briar lingered with Chase for a little while longer. They sat close on the couch in his office, sharing a glass of wine from an old, hidden bottle he kept tucked away. Their conversation flowed easily — soft laughter, teasing touches, and stolen kisses that made her heart race.
Every time his lips met hers, her body ignited again, as if her inner self was begging for more of him.
But reality eventually called.
When Briar glanced at her phone and saw the message that Driven had picked his sister up from school, and would take Michaela with him. She knew it was time to go home.
Saying goodbye to Chase was torture.
Each kiss goodbye felt like a sweet addiction — her body still hummed with the memory of him, craving his hands, his mouth, his heat
