Same walls. Same routine. Same boring prison meals.

Kira was over it.

Ever since that stupid argument with Kyle, she’d been giving him the silent treatment—even after he caught her red-handed and threw her in jail for a year. And as if being locked up wasn’t bad enough, he had the nerve to still look that good in uniform.

Each day dragged on like a never-ending loop… until one night, boredom pushed her to take a risk.

Midnight. Silence. Tunnel. Perfect escape.

Or so she thought.

Because just as she crawled through the dark, dusty space toward what she hoped was freedom—she slipped.

Hard.

Thud.

Her head spun. Her vision blurred. And when she opened her eyes… she was face-to-face with Kyle.

Correction: she was on top of Kyle—who was very much awake and very amused.

Before she could scramble away in panic, strong arms pulled her right back down onto his lap.

“Well, well,” he murmured with a smirk. “Breaking out just to fall back into my arms? Admit it, sweetheart… you missed me.”