-POV Derby
I didn’t go to his place that night.
I went home, locked every door and window like that could keep him out, and tried to convince myself I was strong enough to end this.
It lasted until 11:47 PM.
My phone lit up with a single message.
Jordan: Open your door.
My heart stopped.
I stared at the screen, pulse hammering. I should ignore it. I should turn off my phone and pretend I was already asleep.
Instead, I walked to the door on shaky legs and opened it.
Jordan stood there, dark coat over his suit, eyes burning with barely controlled hunger.
He didn’t wait for an invitation.
The second the door clicked shut behind him, he had me pinned against it, mouth crashing down on mine.
The kiss was brutal — all teeth and tongue, like he was punishing me for making him wait. Hi
