HEADMASTER.
“Worried about your nephew again?” Cressida asked as she pressed her naked breast against my chest while running her fingers through my damp hair. Even with us both drenched in sweat from the previous activities, she still smelled maddeningly expensive and intoxicating.
I let out a dry laugh. “Is it that obvious?”
Her lips brushed against my ear softly. “You have a tell, darling. You go so quiet, I can hear your thoughts scraping against your skull.”
I didn’t reply; I only sighed, and she took that as her permission.
“Tell me,” she murmured.
I swallowed, choosing my words carefully. “He is the only family I have left, Cressida. Even if he hates my affection, I can’t stop caring about him.”
She made a soft, indulgent sound, like she was trying to soothe me into spillin
