Chapter 2

He climbed into the back beside her and pulled the door closed and the street outside went quiet around them and the windows were already starting to fog at the edges.

She looked at him.

He looked at her.

Then he kissed her again and this time there was no center console between them and his hands found her properly — her face, her waist, pulling her against him — and she grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him back with everything she had been not doing anything about for six months.

He kissed her jaw. Her neck. His hands moving over her — her shoulders,...