Chapter 97. Train Wreck

June POV

It’s been minutes and he hasn’t said anything. He just flicks the last of the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his shoes, then he leans back against the wall, giving off the air of someone with endless time.

I stand there, arms folded, staring at him, waiting for… something, a word, a protest or maybe even a sharp dismissal. Anything to prove that this wasn’t just a meaningless game to him. That he doesn’t want me to end it. Even if it isn’t because he cares, at least because he wants what he always claimed—my body.

But the minutes drag, heavier than stone. His silence alone feels like a response, and it burns more than anything he could have said.

I exhale, sharp and bitter, and turn toward the door. I’ll just go back inside, rejoin Tobias and Vanessa, pretend none of this happened—

A low, guttural sound rumbles from behind me. His voice, rough like gravel.

“Can I take you somewhere?”

I freeze. My brows pinch, and