Chapter 295 His Feelings

• Serena POV
• The cold morning air bites against my skin, but I don’t care. Wrapped around Jace’s back, my arms locked tight around his waist, the world finally feels still. The roar of the bike beneath us drowns out everything, my thoughts, my doubts, the itch under my skin that hasn’t left since the withdrawals started. It’s just us, speeding through empty roads, the wind cutting through my hair, the vibration of the engine grounding me in a way nothing else has.
• I don’t know how long we ride. It could be minutes or hours. Time feels different out here, away from locked doors and heavy expectations. But eventually, Jace slows the bike, pulling off the road near a clearing that overlooks the water. I don’t ask where we are, I don’t need to. It’s quiet, open, and it’s enough.