I nodded as he brushed past me and my breath caught.Our eyes met and everything slowed.
“Night, Ever,” he said, voice low.
I swallowed.“Night.”
He turned and walked out.
I locked the door immediately.
Because if I didn’t, I might’ve done something stupid.
Like ask him to stay.
I stood there, hand still on the lock, listening as his bike started.
The sound faded and then it was gone.I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes.“What in the hell is happening?”I whispered.
Chapter Eighteen
Jude
The gas pump clicked once before settling into a steady flow.The overhead lights buzzed faintly, casting everything in that washed-out glow that made the night feel thinner than it was.
I leaned against my bike, one hand wrapped around the nozzle, my eyes drifting without really focusing on anything.
Oliver stood on the other side of his bike, scrolling through his phone like he wasn’t even here.
Ever.
My thoughts always circled back to her.
Didn’t matter what I was doing or who I was talking to.
I shifted my weight, dragging my free hand over my jaw.
I didn’t like that but didn’t hate it either.Just… wasn’t used to it.
A low rumble cut through the air, different from the cars.
Familiar.
Motorcycle.
My head lifted before I could stop it, and my eyes tracked toward the entrance of the lot.
Another bike rolled in, and then I saw her.
Ever on the back of the motorcycle.
The guy driving slowed near the pumps, pulling into the one across from us.The engine cut, and the light died, leaving just the overhead glow.
Jesse.
Ever swung her leg off the back of the bike, steady, easy, like she’d done it before.Like she was comfortable there.
I didn’t like that, not even a little.
She should’ve been on my bike.
