Dorian POV
My thumb brushed my bottom lip before I bit down on it, hard. I could still taste her on my lips. She tasted like strawberry — weird, I know — but I had gotten so addicted to that taste that whenever my eyes glanced at her lips, devouring them was all I could think about.
I cursed silently as my grip tightened on the steering wheel and I turned a corner. Just then, my phone rang on the passenger seat. I glanced down at it, seeing Isa’s name flash on the screen.
She had been trying to reach out to me since that incident, but I had been purposely ignoring her calls. It was so unlike me, but I just didn’t want to hear her voice. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the phone and swiped to answer.
“What is it?” I said flatly.
“Are you still mad at me?” came her slow, seductive v
