9

The cold hits me as soon as I step outside, snow drifting around me like fragile whispers in the dark. I pull my arm tighter across my chest with a frustrated growl, digging through my bag for my keys and each quick step feels like a reminder of what Rook did to me in that damn bathroom.

As soon as I climb inside, I turn the heater on full blast and pull the seatbelt over me before driving away. I head toward Blaise’s apartment, but my mind is a mess. I don’t plan to stay, I never do. Just dinner like promised, then leave to be on my own this Christmas. But I can’t get Rook out my head. He’s somewhere in the same city as me and it feels like I can sense him in the air. Like a shadow following me.

I turn the music on, trying to clear my thoughts, my fingers tapping on the steering wheel mindlessly but it’s all a blur. Every moment is filled with his face, his perfect body flashing through my mind. How he feels between my legs. The heaviness of his big cock inside me. Then I start thinking about how I’ve never given him head before and I’d like too.

“Fuck. Stop.” I mutter to myself, adjusting in my seat, feeling my thighs are sticky, my pussy still bare.

Next thing I know, I’m outside Blaise’s block and I park up. As I cut the engine, I take a deep breath, steadying myself before finally getting out of the car.