-POV Derby
I tried to leave his penthouse that night.
I stepped back from his chest, bent down to pick up my bag from the floor, and reached for my jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair. My fingers kept slipping because they would not stop shaking. The fabric felt heavy in my hands. “I need to go home,” I said, forcing the words out even though my throat felt tight and dry.
Jordan stayed right in front of the door. He did not block the way, but he did not move aside either. He just stood there and looked at me with that same calm expression he always had when things got complicated. The penthouse lights were low, casting long shadows across the wooden floor and the big glass windows that showed the city lights far below. Everything in the room felt too quiet, too still, like
