Danny's POV
The air in the car was so thick with unspoken s**t I could practically taste it. It tasted like iron and expensive leather. I was slumped against the passenger door, my forehead pressed to the cool glass, watching the campus lights blur into long, distorted streaks of gold.
My skin was crawling. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of that leather belt around my neck. I felt the heat of Chadwick’s mouth, that aggressive, horizontal bruise of a kiss that I had actually returned.
"You went to see your dad?" Noah’s voice broke the silence, steady and low. He wasn’t looking at me, his hands were gripped on the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
I didn't even turn around. "We aren't exactly on speaking terms. And I don't like you right now, so don't start."
