~Rouger~
The city was quiet this morning, but it wasn’t silent…Not really. The hum of my bike echoed in my helmet, tires humming over pavement, wind whipping against my jacket. Every vibration felt like it matched the ache in my chest.
I’d been awake before dawn, hands restless, head full of her. Mel. The memory of her lingered like smoke in my lungs: her hair tangled, damp, the way she’d clutched that mug like it was a lifeline. That look she’d given me…wanting and terrified all at once.
I shoved the image down. I had to. I couldn’t…not now. Not ever if I wanted to keep my head in one piece. But hell, the memory burned, a constant, quiet fire.
I pulled onto the main street, glancing at the row of houses, each one bathed in soft gold from the rising sun. My pulse picked up. There it wa
