Rain fell softly against the car windshield, blurring the city lights into a golden smear. The air was thick with the scent of wet asphalt and heat from too many bodies inside the club. I’d told myself I wouldn’t see him tonight. I’d told myself this had to end.
But when he showed up unannounced, leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand, it was like gravity shifted.
He didn’t say a word when he saw me. He didn’t need to. His eyes traveled slowly down my black dress, lingering too long on my bare thighs, and my knees went weak. He waited, patient, like a hunter who knew his prey would eventually walk right into his hands.
Maya was somewhere on the dance floor, spinning under the flashing lights with friends, laughing like the world could never betray her. I watched her from acros
