My heart jumped.
Like a full-on, stomach-somersault kind of jump. That memory? I thought I buried it. Locked it up, set it on fire, danced on the ashes.
But did I actually forget it… or just try to convince myself I had?
The night came rushing back, loud and fast. His hands, his breath, that rough grip on my waist. The way I’d almost sucked his damn c**k.
The thought made me mad but it also made me clench my thighs.
Shit.
No.
I pushed a palm flat against his chest and shoved him back. “You were going to pay,” I said, glaring. “That’s the only reason anything ever happened.”
He didn’t move far, but the way he looked at me shifted.
I folded my arms, leaning away like I needed distance to breathe properly. “Let’s be real, on a normal day? I wouldn’t even look at you twice. You’re not
