Flora's POV
My legs were still shaking when I walked back down the stairs.
I had washed up quickly in my bathroom, scrubbing away the heat and the scent of Eugene from my skin, but the deep ache between my thighs was still there. Every step I took felt heavy. My heart was still pounding against my ribs, terrified that the frantic, wild thing we had just done against her bedroom door was written all over my face.
When I entered the kitchen, the food had already arrived. Plastic containers of noodles and boxes of spring rolls sat open on the kitchen island.
Eugene was sitting back on his stool. He looked completely calm. His hair was perfectly in place, his shirt was straight, and his eyes were fixed on his laptop screen as if he hadn't just destroyed my control upstairs. He looked exac
