Flora's POV
My legs were shaking so violently I wasn't entirely sure they would support my weight.
Beneath the table, my thighs were still tingling, the phantom sensation of Eugene’s heavy, calloused hand still burning into my skin. Across from me, Sophia was happily launching into a detailed breakdown of her corporate thesis, her eyes bright and completely oblivious. Next to her, Marcus was nodding along, and across the table, Emily was leaning into Josh’s side, smiling softly.
They were all perfectly normal. And I was sitting here, drowning in my own heat, completely wrecked by the man sitting less than a foot away from me.
I kept my hands locked around my glass of lemonade, my knuckles practically white. I didn't dare look to my left. I could feel the absolute gravity of Eugene's p
