BLAISE'S POV
My gaze drops to the vibrator on the floor, still rattling, before it cuts back to Blair.
She’s frozen like a deer in headlights, ass in the air, hands hovering inches from the thing like she hasn’t decided yet whether to grab it or die on the spot. I turn my back to her before either of us has to make eye contact about it, heat crawling up the back of my neck and straight down.
Behind me I hear her scrambling. A second later, the buzzing stops.
I clear my throat. “I heard you crying. I didn’t mean to —” I stop, then try again. “I didn’t mean to barge in. I hope you’re not mad.”
Silence stretches for a few seconds. Then her voice follows, almost too small. “Get out.”
I nod and do exactly that, moving fast enough that I’m through the door before she notices the state I’m
