Me: I have to go.
I type the words as panic overrides my post-orgasmic chill.
Zeno: Luisa
Me: I’m sorry, I have to go.
I turn off my phone and bury my face in my hands, but that’s even worse because I can smell the evidence of what I’ve done on my fingers. Needing to escape and clear my head, I right my clothes and hurry to the shower. I hope that getting the scent off me will help, but touching my naked body only reminds me of the way his words made me feel.
Zeno has injected himself into my bloodstream like a poison I can’t escape.
I was confused before, but now, I’m utterly lost.
It takes me hours to go to sleep, and when I finally do, cobalt eyes are there waiting for me, feeding me dirty commands I don’t hesitate to obey.
ZENO DOESN’T TEXT the rest of the weekend, and I’m hesi
