Chapter 17 Endless Night

• Rachel POV
• The air inside the packed nightclub was thick, a heavy mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and something sour I’d rather not identify. Flashing blue and red lights pulsed frantically, washing over the sweaty bodies moving to the deafening thump of electronic music. The bass vibrated in my chest, but it couldn’t drown out the emptiness throbbing inside me.
• I didn’t want to be there. Not really. But it was better than being anywhere else, thinking about Jeremy. Thinking about the way he touched me—his firm, almost possessive fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin. About his gaze, stripping me bare without effort, claiming me without words. About what we did. What we never should’ve done. I hated it.