Azriel POV
It’s late by the time I’m finished at the library and I’m tired, but I don’t head straight to bed. Instead, I find myself sat on the sofa with something mindless on the TV and a beer in my hand. I’m staring at the note she left in between the books.
Three simple words.
“Call me - Ana” and her phone number. I stare at the curl of her handwriting, dissecting each individual letter like it will tell me more about her. My fingers itch to reach for my phone and type her number in, but I can’t. I shouldn’t. Tonight was a mistake. I shouldn’t have touched her when she has a boyfriend. I just couldn’t fight the urge to. Every fibre of my being wants to be near her. My erection presses uncomfortably against my trousers as I think back to that kiss, the way she felt in my arms, the fee
