Davina's POV
The frigid night air hit my skin the second I stepped outside, and instantly, every muscle in my body loosened.
The club had been overwhelming—deafeningly loud, packed beyond comfort, just too much. Here in the quiet darkness, free from the pounding bass and the suffocating press of sweaty bodies, I could actually draw a proper breath.
I inhaled deeply, letting the crisp air flood my lungs before releasing it in a slow stream.
I wasn't certain how long I remained there, gazing into the empty distance, fighting to silence the chaos rattling through my mind.
The evening had drained me completely, and the only thing I craved now was my bed, where I could disappear under the covers and erase this entire night.
But the moment I leaned my head back against the cool metal of a nearby car, I caught movement in my peripheral vision.
My stomach plummeted.
Yoel was heading straight for me.
Christ, why couldn't this creep just leave me alone?
