Medora
I couldn’t let him leave like that—not after the way things ended. So, I followed him. I slid into my car and watched as he walked down the street to flag an Uber. I hesitated for a moment before starting my engine and trailing the car at a safe distance.
I knew he wasn’t heading home. He wouldn’t need an Uber for that.
The car finally stopped in front of a modest house, and I parked discreetly a few feet away. My breath hitched as I watched him stride up the porch, knocking confidently. The door swung open, revealing a redhead in shorts and a tight T-shirt. Without hesitation, Reign stepped forward and kissed her—hard.
I sat there, frozen, watching as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him like she was the only thing tethering him to the earth. The desperation in
