Everyone in the cafeteria had gone quiet and was eagerly waiting for my reaction. A lot of people recognized Brent and was staring at him in awe, and others like he was a ghost, and frankly, I wished he was. Instead, he was a succubus, sucking all the air from my lungs and bringing that god awful memory back to the forefront of my mind.
Seeing Brent was like watching my nightmares play out in person.
"I see cat's got your tongue," Brent mused, taking a few steps closer.
Even with the distance between us, I could feel him on me. His calloused hands running against my inner thighs, his breath fanning my cheek, the filthiness of his words as he whispered in my ear about all the things he wanted to do to me.
"Back up," Skylar all but growled at him. André, sensing something was off, stood
