~Sienna~

The drive to Norman’s house is suffocating. And it’s got nothing to do with the car, it’s the air between us. Every time he shifts gears, his arm brushes mine, and it feels like an electric shock. I keep my eyes fixed on the window, watching the city lights blur, but I can feel him looking at me. That heavy, possessive stare of his makes my skin itch in a way I can’t describe.

The alcohol is still buzzing in my system, making everything feel a bit fuzzy, but my heart is ...