Beyond Desire

Dante

I gave myself five seconds. Five to breathe, swallow the storm, and close the door on the desire to go after her and finish what we'd started.

I came out, and she was beside the car, waiting for me. Her face was calm, but her fingers twisted the strap of her small black purse. One nervous giveaway. That was enough to make my lips twist.

I opened the car door, and she slipped into the passeng