Hailey's pov
The air in the car felt thick, charged with unspoken things—their anger at Pedro and Brighton, my own lingering fury, and something else simmering beneath it all.
Roy's hand found mine first, fingers threading through mine slowly, deliberately. His thumb brushed over my knuckles in gentle circles, a touch that started innocent but grew heavier with intent. He didn't look at me yet, just stared out the window, jaw tight, but his grip tightened as if anchoring himself to me.
Ryan's arm stretched along the back of the seat, his fingers lightly tracing the nape of my neck. The touch was feather-soft at first, barely there, sending shivers racing down my spine. Then his hand slid lower, fingertips grazing the bare skin exposed by my gown's neckline, slow and teasing, like he wa
