Briggs’ POV
I don’t look back.
There’s a difference between someone following because they’re unsure… and someone following because they’ve decided. The rhythm of her steps is steady, she’s coming.
For me.
The thought lands heavier than it should. I don’t react to it outwardly, but I register it. Most people hesitate at this point. She closed the distance like she’d already made peace with whatever this leads to.
I walk through the club without breaking pace. Lights flicker across the floor, music vibrates through the walls, bodies shift and collide around me, but none of it matters. I’m aware of everything. And still focused on one thing, her.
I push open the door to one of the private lounges. Not the rooms people assume, or the ones meant for indulgence or cheap fantasies. This o
