…RILEY…
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The car eased to a stop under the soft gold lights of the quiet street outside the vintage cinema.
All my anger from Cass’s stupid party had died down.
Soren stepped out first, shutting the door with that calm precision of his. Always so damn composed. His phone rang almost immediately, and he slipped a hand into his pocket as he answered,
Through the window, I watched him pace by the hood of the car, the city lights brushing against his hair, his jaw, his whole existence like they were in love with him too.
He looked… different out here. Not the cold, bossy, emotionally constipated man I worked for. Just a man who looked tired. Maybe even lonely.
My heart did a stupid little flutter thing. I hated that.
I leaned toward the mirror, wincing at my reflection. Great. I l
