-POV Derby
The lobby felt too bright, too open, too full of eyes that didn’t belong in this moment.
Jordan’s hand was still on my hip, fingers pressing in with that new, intense possessiveness that had appeared the moment I tried to walk away. His body shielded me from the rest of the crowd, his forehead almost touching mine, his voice low and rough as he repeated the words that had just shattered whatever fragile distance I had tried to build.
“You don’t get to disappear.”
The words should have felt like safety. Instead they felt like chains — beautiful, warm chains that wrapped around my heart and refused to let go. I could feel the heat of his palm through my blouse, the steady pressure of his fingers claiming space on my body like it was already his. His eyes were dark, burning, lo
