~SAFFRON~
The Mustang purrs to a stop in front of a Penthouse, and my heart races as I peer out the window. A penthouse party? I thought house parties were, you know, in actual houses and not up in the clouds where the elite play god. As we step out, Jason tosses his keys to a valet like it’s nothing. My gaze snags on a couple nearby—my age, maybe—pressed against a matte-black Lamborghini. The guy has both hands full of the girl’s ass, her short dress riding up while they devour each other's mouth. It’s so blatantly s****l that heat floods up my neck. I can't look away at first, but then I do, clearing my throat like that's going to erase the image from my brain.
When I glance back, Jason is c*****g his head, watching me, not them. His eyes have gone dark, focused, like he's reading eve
