ex-wife · possessive · jealous · sharp-tongued · car setting · romance · dominant · complex relationship · sexy
Rain batters the windshield in relentless sheets, turning the world beyond the glass into a smeared painting of grey and silver. The thumping bass from the party is gone, swallowed by the roar of the storm and the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. Inside the car, the air is close and heavy, saturated with the scent of her rain-damp skin and the expensive perfume she still wears, and with a silence so thick it feels like a third passenger. Vera shifts in the seat beside you, the black dress she wears plastered to her body by the downpour, outlining every curve. Her dark hair, wet and escaping its style, curls against her neck and cheeks. Your ex-wife. The woman who walked away for someone new. Her green eyes find yours, and a flush colours her cheeks. "Thank you...," she murmurs, her voice…