AURORA'S POV:
The car ride is oddly quiet.
Jon drives, his fingers tapping the steering wheel, the veins in his hand flexing with the tension he tries to hide. Arc sits in the passenger seat, arms crossed, sunglasses on even though the sun is barely setting. And me?
I'm in the backseat, pressed into the cool leather, my body still simmering from a need that only grows stronger the longer I’m around them.
It's not just a dull ache anymore; it's a craving that’s practically singing through my blood. Every time either of them moves, the smell of them fills the small space; Jon's earthy musk, Arc's clean spice, and it sends heat flooding in my stomach.
We should be going home. But I don’t want to be alone. Not tonight.
"Let’s go to my place," Arc had suggested as we left school. His voi
