Blake
Shit. s**t. s**t.
I stared at Zoe, chest heaving, everything a damn mess. Her lips—God, the way she looked at me right before she knelt—like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she knew she had me. My head was spinning, my body buzzing, and all I could think about was her touch, her mouth, and how I wasn’t supposed to want her like this. Not Zoe. Not her.
But I did. f**k, I did.
I could still feel the heat of her mouth in my veins, the way it wrecked me. I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve pulled back the second I realized where it was going. Instead, I let it happen. I let her completely ruin me. Now she was stuck in my head, carved under my skin, and I couldn’t shake her.
How the hell did we get here? A few hours ago, this wasn’t even a possibility. Now, all I wanted
