POV: Evelyn
The roar of Jovan’s Triumph finally cut out, leaving a ringing silence in the humid night air. He’d pulled up right in front of Shae’s place, the bike idling for a second before the world went quiet.
I slid off the leather seat a little too quickly. My legs felt like jelly, and my chest was tight—not from the speed, but from the way I’d been pressed against his back for the last twenty minutes. Every time he shifted gears, every time he leaned into a turn, I had to hold on tighter. It was too much. Too close.
I tried to pull oxygen into my lungs, but the air felt heavy.
I hadn’t even taken two steps toward the gate when I felt it. Fingers circling my wrist. It wasn’t a rough grip, but it was firm enough to lock me in place. I froze.
Jovan didn't let go as he kicked the sta
