Rhea POV
The sound of the couch creaking under his weight made my entire body tense.
He started walking towards me, and I could feel every step he took until he was directly behind me.
My chest tightened when his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against him.
His head dipped and I could feel his hot breath against the crook of my neck as he inhaled me deeply before exhaling with a low growl.
“Mouse…” he whispered — that same stupid nickname — while his hands roamed all over my body. “Why do you smell so delicious?”
One slipped under the blouse of my uniform; his rough palm found its way to my breast, squeezing it without warning until I gasped. The other slid down between my thighs until I felt his finger press over my folds through the thin fabric of my underwear.
“Hm…”
