Hailey's pov
The garage door sealed with a low mechanical hum, cutting off the outside world completely. The interior lights dimmed to a soft amber glow, leaving only the faint blue from the dashboard to illuminate Roy’s face—his jaw tight, eyes dark with the mix of leftover rage and raw need that had been building since the confrontation.
He killed the engine. The sudden silence amplified everything: our breathing, the soft rustle of fabric, the quick thud of my pulse in my ears.
I turned to him first. Our eyes met, and the air between us ignited.
He reached for me without a word, fingers curling around the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that started fierce and only deepened—tongue claiming mine with hungry urgency, tasting of the wine from dinner and the edge of adrenaline.
