GENESIS
"I'm proud of you."
His words echoed in my head, making my face flush hot. I twirled the bottom of my pencil between my lips, lost in yesterday’s memory—the way he moved inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that left my body trembling. I crossed my legs tightly, my chest rising and falling as the heat returned to my skin.
“Genesis, that pencil is meant for your book, not your mouth,” Liam’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I straightened up immediately, guilt flashing across my face as I met his unimpressed gaze.
“Want to share your thoughts?” he asked, tilting his head.
I looked down at my book and shook my head quickly. No way. I couldn’t.
“You sure? You could write it down if talking too hard. Is something wrong?” he asked gently.
I shook my head again, u
