ASTRID
My entire body tingles with the memory of where his lips had grazed that night. I drop the basket on the table and lower my butt on one of the chairs. I can’t feel my legs anymore and I’m catching my breath with an unsteady rhythm.
Evelyn is still talking, oblivious to the turmoil raging at the pit of my belly. My hands are visibly shaking. I can feel his eyes boring into me so I lower my gaze and pretend to be adjusting the tablecloth. Damn! I need to get out of here. Where’s Tristan? No, asking for his help is only going to encourage him. I’ll call Lily.
Mom’s figure crosses the periphery of my vision. She’ll find me soon and I’ll be forced to play nice to a man I want to do nothing but wrap my legs around.
Jordan.
He doesn’t look like a Jordan at all. A Zach, maybe? f**k!
