Making Up for Lost Time

Declan

I drove home on autopilot, my hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make my knuckles white. The city blurred past, all lights and noise I barely registered.

My mind was stuck on that hug. The way Avery had frozen in my arms, rigid and uncertain. The way she'd pressed her hands against my chest, not quite pushing me away but not relaxing either. And Noah. God, Noah throwing his sm