THE STUDY PART 1
-MAYA POV~
Breakfast was hell, not torture. Hell, after Chloe returned back to the kitchen while Silas text message was still burning in my mind.
I couldn't swallow, every bite of pancake turned to sawdust the second Silas looked at me. And he kept looking every time Chloe scrolled through her phone, his eyes dragged over me like hands, like he was remembering exactly how i tasted.
My thigh clenched under the table, my body remembered too.
"Maya, you are not eating." Chloe frowned at my full plate. "Are you sick? You look flushed"
Because your father had his face between my legs last night and i can still feel his tongue and worst his text messages were even bad that just thinking about it makes me wet.
"Just tired," I lied. "didnt sleep well."
"You should nap afte
