The velvet of the booth pressed against the back of my bare shoulders, a cool contrast to the heat blooming beneath my skin. The club swirled around us in a haze of pulsing lights and moaning bass, but it all blurred into a background hum the moment Kyl slid in beside me. my p***y throbbed dripping hot liquid.
He didn’t touch me. He didn’t need to. His presence alone wrapped around my senses like silk and steel. I kept my eyes fixed on the lip of my glass, fingers curled tightly around the stem of my martini. My breath came out uneven, and I hated that he could still make me feel this… undone.
“You look different,” he said, voice low and dark, threading through the music like smoke.
“I'm sober,” I replied, not looking at him.
“Shame,” he murmured, “you were beautiful that night. But I
