Stella halted before a room, her breath catching in her throat.

Brandon's shadow loomed behind her, his presence a suffocating weight.

The moon light glinted off the freshly painted porch, a stark contrast to the simmering tension between them.

"I told you, I'm following you," Brandon stated, his voice a low rumble.

Stella rolled her eyes, the gesture sharp and dismissive. Resentment flickered in her eyes, a tiny spark in the vast landscape of her annoyance. "You shouldn't," she ...