~ROUGER~
The hum of my bike was the only sound I could stand. The city blurred past, light and shadow bleeding together in my mirrors, yet all I saw was her face when she’d opened that damn door.
Wet hair plastered to her cheeks, eyes wide and bright with panic, trying to act like she wasn’t scared. Like she wasn’t drowning in her own kitchen.
She’d texted just two words: Need help. No explanation. No details. And still, I’d dropped everything. Didn’t think. Didn’t ask. Just went. I told myself it was instinct. That it wasn’t about her. But hell, even I didn’t believe that.
When I reached her place, water was everywhere…cascading down cabinets, glinting off the floor, soaking through her boots as she stood frozen. She’s looked up at me like she’d just confessed something. And maybe she
