The familiar jingle of keys broke the quiet as Sam slid one into the lock. The morning sun was still pale, casting long shadows down the quiet street. Selena stood beside Sam, her red top catching the light like something dangerous. She wasn't speaking, but he could feel her in the weight of her presence, the way she shifted her hips, the faint perfume still clinging to her skin.
He opened the door and let her enter first.
The smell of detergent, heat, and metal filled the air. The fluorescent lights hadn't been turned on yet, so for a brief moment, they stood in that cool, dim quiet, and suspended in silence.
Then the door clicked shut behind them.
Selena didn't even flinch at the sound of the lock. She knew exactly what was coming.
Sam followed her toward the back without a word. His steps were deliberate. The tension between them buzzed like static electricity.
When they reached the back hallway, he reached for her hand. She turned to meet his gaze.
