Eve
I didn’t recognize the sound that came out of me first, a soft, broken whimper that belonged to someone else entirely. One second I was spitting venom at him, the next I was plastered against his chest in the dark, hips rolling shamelessly against his thigh like I’d die if I stopped. My skin felt too tight, my blood too hot, and every nerve lit up and screaming for more.
Heat.
The thought slammed into me like a fist to the sternum.
How had I forgotten? How had I missed the warning ache low in my belly all day, the way my clothes had started to feel like sandpaper, and the restless itch under my skin that no amount of stubborn pride could scratch?
Because I’d been too busy hating him to listen to my own body. Now that body was betraying me in front of the one man I swore I’d never
