Luke:
The taste of whiskey lingered like a secret between us. Alex had leaned in until her forehead rested against mine, the bottle warm in her palm, the night stretched tight around us. A breath, a heartbeat, the quiet burn of liquor sliding down my throat, every sense pulled taut.
Then she shifted, sudden as a spark, and straddled my lap. My pulse jumped. Her hair fell forward like a curtain, shutting out the garage lights until there was only her. I kissed her like it might be the last time I ever got the chance.
The world narrowed. Fingers in my hair, her low hum against my mouth, the scrape of denim against denim. I forgot about everything: the job, the badge, the fragile line I’d been toeing since the night I met her.
A soft creak of the side door sliced through it. We didn’t hea
