Alex:
Before I knew it the sun was already starting to hang lower, casting everything in that sharp, ugly gold that made even rusted metal look like it bled. My bike purred beneath me as I pulled off the road and onto the gravel lot outside the garage. Boots hit the ground, jaw clenched. My head was a storm I couldn’t silence.
Trixie was leaning against one of the open bay doors, arms crossed, a brow already c****d. Of course she was waiting.
“You look like you haven’t slept.”
I pulled off my helmet and let the tangled waves fall, dragging fingers through them like I could scrape the memories off my scalp. His hands. His mouth. The way he looked at me like I wasn’t broken.
“Didn’t get much.” I walked past her and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler we kept by the workbench. Warm
