The music in my ears was low, something with a slow, throbbing bass that matched the restless heat already pooling low in my belly.
I stood in front of the mirror, turning slightly, smoothing the clingy black dress over my hips. It was one of my dresses that made me feel wanted. The dress was tight in all the right places, with the neckline dipping just enough to remind anyone looking that I had curves worth noticing. Trevor hadn’t seen me in three weeks. Three f*****g weeks. Tonight was supposed to fix that ache, the one that had been building like a storm cloud I couldn’t outrun.
We’d been together for eight months.
Eight months of late replies, canceled plans, and s*x that felt more like an afterthought than a need. I told myself it was just the distance. That it was his friends, h
