Chapter 32: Safe Words and Unsafe Thoughts
Nash just let it hang there, the silence stretching, awkward, electric. Not for too long, just long enough for the air to go sharp with it.
Behind them, the court was swallowed up by the dark. The artificial daylight blinked out.
Down here, night meant the whole place turned into this mess of shadows and neon glow, voices buzzing like a club at 3 a.m., heat bouncing off chrome rails.
The air reeked of sweat, grease, cheap food, and, honestly, a little bit of desperation. Maybe lust, too, if you’re feeling poetic.
He turned, casual on the outside, but working overtime in his head.
Okay, don’t push. Don’t spook them. Don’t make it weird.
"You two ever been to Parallax Heights?"
Lina raised an eyebrow. Sarra blinked.
"The hotel?"
Nash nodded.
"Penthouse spa suites. Rainfall showers. Red-light sauna. We should celebrate right."
Lina smirked immediately.