Stevie-lou's POV.

I drove like a maniac. Fingers gripping the wheel, chest heaving, my heart punching my ribs like it wanted out. Every red light felt like a curse. Every minute in that car, stuck with his scent on my skin, made my stomach twist harder.

Smith almost had me.

I couldn’t believe it.

I let him kiss me. I let him touch me. I let him press up against me like he owned me.

If I hadn’t pushed him away when I did...God.

I slammed my palm against the steering wheel.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I whispered, shaking my head. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes but I refused...