Zee.
The usual quietness of the school library hummed softly around me, but its usual comfort offered little warmth today.
I sat at the corner table near the back, my open textbook staring up at me with highlighted sentences and margin notes I couldn’t remember writing.
I had read the same paragraph four times, but none of it was making sense to me at that moment.
Denver’s words from the day before kept echoing in my head, spinning like a storm I couldn’t calm.
The fact that he was twenty-five.
Biker gang president.
Owner of the club.
The kiss.
God. That kiss.
I have always known that something was off about him, but I didnt expect it to be this huge.
I clenched my fingers around my pen and let out a quiet sigh, sinking lower into my seat as if I could somehow disappear into t
