MORIA
“Moria stop being dramatic and get in the car.”
I stop and narrow my eyes at him and his car that has been inching slowly besides me since I stormed out of the mall.
“Well Tristen, I would rather be dramatic, and walk home than get in the car or anywhere else with you. So f**k off and stop following me.”
He stares at me until I start to feel my pulse racing again.
But I will not be out done.
Not after what he did to me.
I think about his hands on my body, about how his finger had been a mere downward motion from sliding inside of me and I swear even livid as I am, I almost became breathless again.
Which of course only makes me blush beet red …again.
Tristen however doesn’t even alter the expression on his face.
Not a twitch or a sigh.
Not even the slightest hint on his fa
