The drive home was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and their uneven breathing. The truck smelled like her… sweet, warm, and dangerous. Ethan’s hands stayed locked on the wheel, knuckles white, while Mia sat with her seat back in its normal position, the white sundress smoothed down as best she could. Her cheeks were still flushed, thighs pressed tightly together.
Neither of them spoke.
When they pulled into the driveway, the house lights were on. Jake’s truck was already there. Ethan killed the engine and sat for a second, staring at the steering wheel.
Mia glanced at him, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. “You okay?”
He didn’t answer. He just got out and walked toward the front door like a man heading to his own execution.
Inside, Jake and Sarah were in the liv
