Sage
The engine roared to life as I slid into the driver’s seat, the cold leather creaking under my weight. I gripped the steering wheel hard enough to feel the ridges bite into my palms, staring out at the snow-blanketed drive like it held answers. Alex would be waiting at the gym by now, probably punching a bag to forget his ex, while I was out here trying to forget… everything.
Eve’s face kept flashing in my mind: those wide eyes full of concern when she grabbed my hand and the way her lip trembled when she asked if I was mad at her. Mad? That didn’t even begin to cover it. I was furious. At her for drawing that line this morning, for saying s*x was only for people in love, like we hadn’t just set the sheets on fire. For making me feel like I was the one begging for scraps when I was
