SLOANE
My body was not behaving.
That was the simplest way to put it and even that was an understatement. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my damp white shirt clinging to my back and my hair loose around my shoulders and every single part of me was lit up like a live wire, hot and hungry and not at all interested in being reasonable about it.
This is not a fever or anxiety. Something deeper and more embarrassing than both combined, a want so specific and so loud it had basically shoved every other thought out of the room and locked the door behind it.
And Rika was standing right there not helping at all.
I don't know when exactly I stopped looking at him normally and started looking at him like that, but it had happened and now I couldn't undo it. He was in that dark henley
