Chapter Nine: Stronger Than This
“Wanna go for a drive?” TJ asked, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door.
I glanced toward the window, a reflex by now. The night outside was pitch black, the cold pressing against the glass like a silent warning. A flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a low, distant rumble.
“Now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He cracked the door open. The clean scent of rain filtered in, soft and grounding.
“Yeah,” he said, grinning.
That smell always got to me—fresh...