Her Biggest Fan

A black cab pulled up in front of Zara's house, the tires rolling to a smooth stop. She stepped out, bags in hand, exhaling as the night air brushed against her skin.

"Thank you," she murmured to the cab driver before shutting the door behind her.

Just as she pressed the code to unlock the gate, headlights flashed behind her, illuminating the pavement. A car pulled up close.

Zara stiffened.

Kendrick.

Her fingers hovered over the keypad as she watched him step out of his car, moving toward her with that effortless confidence he always carried.

Her mind betrayed her, flashing back to that night. His touch. His breath. The way the space between them had disappeared too quickly.

"Hey, Zara."

Kendrick's voice was smooth, casual, as if he hadn't noticed the way she swallowed hard or how her shoulders tensed.