Isla
The taste of me was still in my mouth.
The moment I blinked awake, the memory slammed straight into me, Zayne shoving those same fingers into my mouth, watching with those seductive, hungry eyes as I sucked them. My entire body clenched, heat tearing straight through my stomach at the thought of it.
God. I shouldn’t be thinking about it.
I dragged in a shaky breath and looked around his dim room, the curtains still drawn, the air smelled faintly with the scent of sweat, s*x, and Zayne.
His arm was thrown lazily over the pillow where my body had been. His hair was a dark mess on the sheets.
His chest rose and fell slowly, like nothing in his world could ever bother him.
And that was my signal to leave.
I slipped out of bed carefully, gathering my nightwear and sweater, trying n
