Chapter 4:

Warmth in the Storm

The heater in Daniel’s car blasted warm air across my soaked skin, but it did nothing to stop the shivering that came from deeper than the rain. I clutched the towel he’d given me, dabbing at my neck and arms while trying to ignore how my dress had turned completely see through. My nipples stood out hard against the fabric. I felt exposed, raw, and stupidly vulnerable sitting next to this stranger who looked like he stepped out of a magazine.

Daniel kept glancing over, his dark eyes concerned but steady on the road. “You’re still shaking, Aria. Take a few deep breaths. You’re...