Jojo’s P.O.V.
I rocked back and forth, my fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of my wine glass as I stared out at the dark expanse of the Miller land. The porch light above me cast a warm glow, but beyond that, the night stretched wide and endless, the sky an inky black canvas sprinkled with the faintest stars. I took a sip, savoring the smooth, rich taste of the wine, but my mind was racing too much to truly enjoy it.
Raven had gone upstairs to check on Lucy, leaving me alone with my wild and racing thoughts—and what a dangerous thing that was. I had been inside Raven and Lucy’s home all night long, drinking, laughing, pressing myself against him in a way that had felt so natural it scared me at this point. And yet, as much as I was losing myself in Raven already, there was still a
