Wren spots Steele standing at the side of the crowd. While she would usually run towards him, this time she moves forward cautiously. She isn't going to avoid him and even if what happened this morning hurt her deeply. She understands that he is hurting too.
This is her fault, so she takes it upon herself to fix it even if nothing has ever scared her as much as that prospect.
She doesn't want what happened the day before to change anything, but she feels like it has changed everything. The way he touched her, the way she felt under him. Seeing those usually cold slate gray eyes looking at her with such passion. Feeling the lips that kissed her like she was the air he breathed, was it all the drug? It couldn’t be, it wasn’t for her.
Wren fans her heated face, trying to clear the blush c
