Hailey's POV
Neither of us moved.
The car might as well have stopped existing for all I care. The concrete walls of the parking garage, the distant echo of engines above us, the city that had tried to kill me minutes ago—all of it faded into something unreal, something far away and unimportant.
There was only space between us.
Kingsley was still leaning over me, braced awkwardly across the center console, his body angled protectively without conscious effort. His presence filled the car, heat and gravity and something darker that made my pulse stutter instead of settle. My breath came shallow, uneven, trapped high in my chest as if my body didn't trust itself to inhale properly.
His hand hadn't left my face.
I hadn't noticed when it moved there.
His thumb rested alon
