The world narrowed to the roar of an approaching engine and two piercing beams of light slicing through the darkness, sweeping across the open field. They were exposed, pale flesh and tangled limbs on the quilt, a stark tableau for anyone to see.
Stefan’s head snapped up from where he’d been nuzzling her throat, his body tensing into granite above her. “f**k,” he hissed, the word a sharp crack in the humid air.
Before Hazel could even process the threat, the reality of another human being nearby, his hands were on her. He moved with shocking, predatory speed.
One arm hooked under her knees, the other around her back, and he hauled her upright against his chest. Her torn shirt flapped open, her bare skin pressed against the damp cotton of his own.
The quilt, sticky with their shared rel
