Surviving the Night

Nadia

“Go ahead” I croaked.

Torin leaned in just enough that the night air between us disappeared. His voice dropped to a low murmur, warm against the shell of my ear.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Then he stepped back, turned, and walked away without another word. The terrace door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the cold and the ridiculous way my pulse was still trying to climb out of