~ Rosette~
And the bedroom door handle began to turn.
Athena’s face emerged from behind the door, blooming.
“Oh, there you are. I was about writing a missing-person report on you.”
I forced a fake grin that probably looked like it was carved to my face. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I got lost at some point.”
“Really? Well, it doesn’t look that way.” She winked in Draven’s direction.
Her gaze drifted back to me. Slow. Sharp.
She studied the way I stood just a little too straight, the way my hands trembled at my sides, the subconscious biting of my lower lip like I’d been caught mid-thought.
I should have looked away, but I didn’t. My face betrayed it all. And the ache down my thighs? Worst. My cunt was soaked, starved like a ghost desperate for release.
My p***y stuck to my panties, squ
