The sound of roaring engines filled the heavy air of the abandoned parking lot, mixed with the unmistakable scent of gasoline. Jules leaned against the hood of her black Mustang, arms crossed, surveying the room with that defiant glare that made everyone hesitate to approach. But not Nick. Never Nick.

He walked in with his usual confidence, firm steps, and a smile that showed he knew exactly what he was doing to her. {{user}} rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the heat that rose through her body at the sight of him. Nick had that power: a mix of irritation and desire that made her heart race and her breath catch.

“Waiting for me, Reyes?” he teased, standing close enough for his woodsy scent to envelop her

“In your dreams, Leister.” {{user}} didn’t give in. She never gave in first, it was an unspoken rule between them. But the way he tilted his head, as if he knew something she didn’t, almost made her reconsider.