Chapter Thirteen
NicoAlison struts down the hall looking like a million damned bucks. I let out a low whistle. “Where are you going?” It’s clear she’s off to somewhere. She’s wearing hot pink leather ankle boots that I want wrapped around my neck while I devour her. Her hair falls in soft waves behind her shoulders, and she’s wearing f**k-me-pink lipstick that matches her boots. She’s wearing a tunic similar to the one I ripped off of her last night- only this time in a deep shade of turquoise that sets off her skin and her eyes perfectly. I want to rip it off her all over again. And then I’m struck with the worst thought- what if she’s going on a date?
The acrid taste of jealousy rises in my throat. Surely, she’s not that cold? I mean, I know it was just one night, and I have zero claim
