AMY
I didn’t know what I expected. A kiss? Maybe a whispered confession? A moment where he pulled me into his arms like one of those scenes from a dark romance story? But I didn’t expect him to lick his finger one last time, and smirk like I was just a bet he won.
"You really moan loudly, you know that, right?" Aaron muttered casually, stepping back like nothing had just happened between us. His expression wasn’t soft or emotional. It was cocky. Amused. Like he'd just cracked a code.
I felt my chest tighten.
I put my pant back on, and pulled my skirt down, ignoring the sticky warmth between my thighs and the shame slowly enveloping me. I blinked hard, trying to keep the tears back. Not because of what we did. Hell, no, I wanted that. But because of what it meant to him.
Nothing.
Just
