Kat:
I stood in the center of our room, staring at myself in the mirror. The glittery little white dress clung to me like a second skin—short, backless, and tight in all the right places. I’d picked it because it was fun, flirty, and made Blaze’s jaw drop when I stepped out of the bathroom this morning. Mission accomplished.
But now, hours later… this thing felt like armor I needed out of. And fast.
“Blaze?” I called, not turning from the mirror.
“Mmm?” came his voice from down the hall. Low and relaxed. That post-ride hum he always got when his adrenaline was finally burning off.
“Can you come here for a sec?”
He didn’t answer, but I heard his boots coming down the hallway—heavy, steady steps that always made my breath catch in my throat. Then the door creaked open and his reflectio
