Alex:
The sun hadn’t even crested past the tree line when I rolled my shoulders back and stuffed another clip into the duffel bag. I liked mornings like this: quiet, mean, full of potential. The world still half-asleep, soft enough to break if you hit it just right.
The weekend had changed things. Not just in my head, where he still lingered like smoke on my skin. But out there too. The rally had been a storm, and when the dust settled, we were left with something sharp. A direction. New allies. Loose promises made in the dark, sealed with nods and shared smirks over engine noise and cheap whiskey.
We weren’t small anymore.
We were something growing, something rising.
“I need noffee,” Elle muttered, walking into the main room shirtless in a sports bra, boots unlaced and hair twisted u
