Freya's POV
My feelings for Mack had spiraled beyond my control in the darkness of this night, racing like a car with no brakes. I never imagined that after surviving such devastating heartbreak, I could surrender my heart to another man so completely.
Even knowing this was like a moth drawn to flame, the sweetness was intoxicating.
Yet it tortured me that he was so brilliant, so perfect, so utterly flawless that while I was hopelessly in love, I remained too terrified to face these emotions head-on.
I found myself staring at him in the dim car interior, lost in thought, when his gentle voice cut through the silence. "Your heart is racing."
I startled, my focus snapping back to reality, only to discover his eyes were now open, watching me.
"You're awake?" My pulse hammered against my ribs as I shifted my numb shoulder.
"Mmm." He sat up slowly, then pulled me closer with his free arm, drawing me directly into his embrace.
