My words hung in the air between us, heavy, taunting, like the threat of a storm before the first strike. Emily didn't bother with a verbal reply. She didn't need to.
Instead, she held my gaze, her dark eyes burning into mine with a mixture of defiance and hunger. A slow, deliberate scoff escaped her—"Hmphh…"—the sound dripping with disdain, with challenge, with the unspoken promise that she'd make me eat every word.
Suddenly, the engine howled as Emily floored the accelerator, her foot mashing the pedal like she could outrun the fire burning between her legs. The car lurched, tires squealing against the pavement as she swerved into the gas station, gravel crunching under the wheels.
She slammed the gear into park before the car had even fully stopped, the sudden silence after the roar of the engine deafening—except for the ragged, wet sounds of her breathing.
