Annika's POV
The door clicked shut behind him and the room fell silent except for the steady patter of rain against the windows. I lay there on his bed, still wearing his oversized T-shirt, my body buzzing with frustration and leftover heat. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but that only made the ache worse. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers between them, the way my folds had clenched around nothing when he pulled away. The humiliation burned hot in my chest. I had practically dripped for him, and he had walked out like it was nothing.
I rolled onto my side and buried my face in the pillow. His scent clung to everything, that woody, clean cologne mixed with the faint trace of rain from his clothes. It surrounded me, making it impossible to escape him even when he was g
