Luke – First Person
She didn’t kiss like a girl who wanted to be saved. She kissed like the fire that burned the map before I could figure out where the hell I was going.
I didn’t move.
Not for a long damn time.
She left me there. Alone. Shirt sliced open. Heart even worse.
The sun was high and distant, watching me like it pitied the pathetic wreck I’d become in her hands. I should’ve been angry. I should’ve gotten in my cruiser and reported the whole thing. Marked her as a threat. A red flag. A warning to every beat cop in the district.
But I didn’t.
I just stood there, breathing hard, her name carved into the space between my ribs like it had always been waiting there, under skin and badge and every rule I ever followed.
Alex.
She didn’t just get under my skin.
She burned it of
