-POV Derby
I didn’t expect Jordan to stop chasing me.
But for the next five days, he did.
No messages.
No surprise visits.
No private meetings disguised as work.
Just silence.
And the silence hurt worse than his touch.
I threw myself into work, stayed late every night, and tried to convince myself that this was what I wanted — space, distance, safety.
It was a lie.
Every quiet moment, my mind replayed him: the way he looked at me when he was buried deep inside me, the rough sound of his voice when he growled that I was his, the way his body felt against mine like we were made to fit.
My dreams were worse.
I woke up multiple times drenched in sweat, thighs slick, whispering his name into the dark like a prayer I shouldn’t be saying.
On the sixth night, I broke.
I stood in front
