All week long, Nathalie had tried to convince herself that she should be glad she hadn’t heard from him since the previous Saturday. He’d talked with Zion over Skype about the car, but he hadn’t asked for her. And she hadn’t asked for him, either. Instead, she’d told herself a thousand times that she shouldn’t let Darius pull her in, shouldn’t risk giving herself a taste of the pleasure he was promising her. She knew what he was trying to do with all that talk of his intentions, with the way he’d said Soon we’ll both have want we want right after he made her forget everything but how much...