Denver.
The club’s heavy door shut behind us with a thud, and the night air hit me like a punch—cool, sharp, grounding.
Zee was quiet beside me, but her hand found mine, fingers warm and persistent as they tangled with mine. I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.
God help me.
Every step we took toward my car felt like a dare. Her soft laughter, the sway of her hips, the way she leaned just slightly into my side—it was all too much. Or maybe it was exactly enough to undo me.
I opened the car door for her, letting her slip inside before I walked around and climbed into the driver’s seat. The engine growled to life, but it was nothing compared to the low, steady burn beneath my skin.
She turned toward me the moment I put us in gear, her legs folding up on the seat like she belonged there, her h
