Alex:
I shouldn’t have followed him.
But there I was. He stormed out of the bar like he could outrun me, like the way I’d stared at him across that room wasn’t a full-body confession. Like my entire nervous system hadn’t gone haywire the second our eyes met.
I told myself I just needed air.
I told myself I wasn’t going out there to beg for anything.
But he was a drug I couldn’t quit, and I was already past the point of detox.
The alley was dark, the buzz of the bar dimming behind me. He stood there like a demon bathed in shadow, fists clenched, jaw locked. Every line of his body screamed danger. Beautiful, magnetic danger I wanted to crawl inside of.
“What the hell do you want, Alex?” he asked, voice rough and low like gravel scraping across concrete.
God. Even angry, he was a symp
