Rae's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed for a solid five minutes after Killian left, just staring at my phone like it might bite me.
My thighs were still trembling under his shirt, the soft cotton brushing my bare skin every time I moved, reminding me I was wearing nothing but a thin black thong underneath.
The hem skimmed the tops of my thighs; if I bent over even slightly he'd see everything.
I needed to talk to someone before I spontaneously combusted.
I hit Zara's contact and pressed call before I could overthink it.
She picked up on the second ring, already mid-sentence like she'd been waiting.
"Spill it, Riley Summers," she sing-songed. "I've been staring at my phone like a psycho since you ghosted me this morning."
I flopped backward onto my pillows, pulling his shirt collar
