JaneVera's Pov
The words lingered on the screen, daring me. I could almost hear his voice through the text, low, smooth, and curling at the edges like smoke.
A slow exhale slipped past my lips. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but no words came. What could I even say? Delete my number? Go to hell? Ask for my panties back? Or tell him I'd come get them at the hotel... But the thought of that made my pulse stutter. None of it fit. Not when part of me could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin, the memory of how every nerve in my body had remembered him. It had been one night, and yet somehow... he still knew exactly how to get under my skin.
Outside, the city blurred past in streaks of light. The cab's hum filled the silence, steady and oblivious to the storm twisting inside
