MAYA’S POV
The car was too quiet. Well, not really. The engine hummed, the AC blew cool air, and Evan had one hand on the steering wheel, singing along to a song playing from the radio like he wasn’t the same man who haf just wrecked me like a one-man demolition crew fifteen minutes ago.
But to me? The silence was loud and basically deafening.
I sat with my knees tucked up in his passenger seat, wearing his hoodie and nothing else underneath but shame and satisfaction. My clothes were still wet and I took them off in his backseat to ensure I didn't get a cold. He had to extra clothes except for a hoodie that basically swallowed me. My hair was in a complete mess. My thighs still trembled if I thought about what his d**k had done to me.
He reached for the aux cord and paused the song pl
