Chapter 4
Alexandra’s pov
“f**k this coffee is weak as s**t but at least it is hot,” I muttered as we grabbed a small table in the corner of the bustling union cafe.
The place smelled like burnt beans and too many bodies but Ethan slid in across from me like it was the best spot on campus.
My jeans had soaked through at the crotch from the walk over and every time I shifted my bare p***y lips slid together slick and swollen.
The binder kept my t**s crushed flat but my n*****s stayed rock hard rubbing against the rough material with every breath I took.
Being this close to him again made my c**t throb like it had its own heartbeat.
Ethan set down two cups and a couple of snacks pushing one toward me with that confident grin.
“Here man try the muffin it is not bad. So for this
