Alex:
I wake up and the world feels different. The mattress underneath me is a mess—the sheets a riotous tangle, the pillows tossed aside in the chaos we made. My pulse is a slow, heavy thunder, a beat that resonates all the way down to my toes. Each inch of me feels raw, used, and alive in a way I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time. I’m not supposed to care. I’m not supposed to let someone in. But something about him—the cop, Luke—the man I should destroy instead of care for—that something worries its way into my defenses and finds a weak spot.
I lie there in the dimly creeping light of dawn, trying to piece together what happened. His kisses, his grip, the feeling of power wrestling with vulnerability. His promises, and the knowledge we are from two separate worlds, destined to coll
