When Naime woke the next morning, the rain had stopped. The air smelled of damp earth and wet asphalt, and tiny puddles reflected the pale morning light. Drake was still asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her body ached slightly, reminders of the night before lingering in every muscle. She shifted carefully, glancing around the cramped car for her scattered clothes.
Her cheeks burned as she noticed movement outside. The tinted windows offered some privacy, but faint laughter and the clatter of tools betrayed the presence of construction workers nearby. They leaned against machinery, sipping coffee, occasionally glancing toward the car with amusement.
Had the storm masked their noises last night?
Naime’s face flushed hotter at the thought of them discussi
