Colt:
The scent of her still clung to my skin.
Vanilla and sweetness and something soft I couldn’t name.
It was barely sunrise, but my body was humming like I’d just stepped off a warpath. Not from rage, for once. Not from riding too fast or throwing fists just to feel something.
From her.
From the feel of Ella’s lips on mine, her body curled against me, her quiet, broken sobs melting into the crook of my neck as I held her tighter than I ever had before.
Last night was everything I’d been chasing since the moment she walked back into this town. And f**k, I didn’t want to let it go.
I moved quietly through her kitchen, trying not to make noise as I pulled eggs from the fridge and flipped on the burner. The place was still and sleepy, touched golden by the early light streaking throu
