CHAPTER 51
KURT’S POV
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My gaze danced from the speedometer to the blurring road ahead of me as I sped down the highway. I swerved to the right, then to the left, dodging the cars in my way. When I looked at my side mirror, I found the signboard of my hotel now a speck on the mirror.
I exhaled. There was no turning back now.
Buildings and pedestrians whizzed past me. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ached and my mind replayed every single scene that happened last night.
Every time I blinked, I could see her features etched on my eyelids. Her towels slipping, that sharp shriek when she saw me, the way she’d pushed when I leaned in to kiss her and the forced smile she wore when she chose the couch over the bed–everything play
