Blake’s POV

Sneaking back in during daylight is way harder than sneaking out at night.

At night, everything hides for you. Shadows stretch. Sounds soften. You can pretend the world isn’t watching. Morning does the opposite. Morning exposes everything. Every mistake looks louder under sunlight, like the universe is pointing and laughing.

I slid out of my car just as the sun hit the driveway, blinking against the brightness, head pounding, throat dry, brain still buzzing with engines and ...