Chapter Eight— Collateral damage
Seth's pov
I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
The way Phoebe had stood trembling in front of the mirror as I touched her. No bra. No panties. Just soft, warm, bare skin under my hands. The sharp little gasp she made when I squeezed her breast, the way her body jerked… but she still didn’t push me away.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it that much.
But I did.
A part of me had only wanted to confirm whether she would actually follow through with the rule. But another part—a darker, more dangerous part—just wanted an excuse to touch her.
And now I couldn’t get the feeling of her out of my head.
Heavy silence settled between us in the car. The tension was thick enough to choke on.
She was staring out the window, thighs pressed tightly toge
