I grip Millie’s wrists in my hands. I can feel her pulse racing. But I don’t need to feel her pulse, watch her breathing, or see the way her pupils dilate to know what she’s thinking—the same thing I am.
Millie wants me. Just like I want her.
But we both feel an air of apprehension. Me, because I know what having her again will do to me. And her because she sees Chloe as a threat.
I can’t do anything about my own apprehension, but I can do something to fix Millie’s.
“She means nothing. She was nothing but a good f**k. She meant so little to me that I didn’t even remember that Monday nights are the night she usually comes over because all I was thinking about is you.”
She swallows so hard that I can see her throat bob. “You’re allowed to have feelings for her. This is all pretend.
