Chapter 23 The Edge We Keep Stepping Over

• The drive was silent, not the comfortable kind, but the kind where every second is strung tight, humming with everything unsaid.
• The city lights blurred past, casting fleeting shadows across Jaxon’s face. His jaw was set, his grip on the steering wheel firm, but I could see the muscle in his cheek ticking, like he was wrestling with something.
• My mind kept replaying the way his hand had been in my hair, the heat of his breath right before we’d both pulled back.