Mara
I slammed the bathroom door harder than I meant to and gripped the sink like it had personally offended me.
My reflection looked wrecked.
Not crying wrecked. Worse. Awake. Lit up in places that had been dormant for too long. My pulse was still kicking hard in my throat, my skin buzzing like I’d touched a live wire and pretended it was nothing.
I turned the tap on just to hear something other than my own breathing.
“Jesus f**k!”
This was exactly the kind of feeling I’d sworn off. The kind that snuck up on you wearing leather and patience and didn’t ask permission before settling in your chest like it owned the place.
Cole should’ve scared me.
Men like him were warnings, not possibilities. Loud engines. Sharp edges. Violence stitched into their posture. The kind of men women whi
