Chapter 25The streets rushed by her in a murky fog, streams of candied neon slicing through the dark on the other side of her window. Behind the wheel, Dec maneuvered the car with one-handed agility, ignoring speed limits while he took corners at angles Maya wouldn’t have dared. Her heart continued to thud as the expectation of what was to come festered and grew. It didn’t help that Dec’s free hand had found a new resting place at her nape, his long fingers alternating between stroking the small knobs at the top of her spine and the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
He only stopped touching her long enough to kill the engine and get out, at her door and opening it before she could do so herself. He never said a word. He just took her hand in his and led her to the side doors, so much
