He sure hid an awful lot beneath his shirts.
“Oh, I forgot the sugar,” he said as he turned away.
I quickly lifted my phone and began snapping pictures, pretending to text as he walked back toward the kitchen.
When he returned, I winced at the screen.
I’d taken them terribly in my rush to get some perv material.
The psychologist was a secret thirst trap. I was in my very own personal hell.
FML.
Why did I order coffee?
I took a long sip.
The hot liquid burned all the way down.
Thank God for panty liners.
???
“Stella? Did you hear what I said?”
I stared at him blankly and shook my head.
He stood with me on the Tube platform, sending me back home.
I didn’t want to leave.
Not yet.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” he murmured as the stale wind blew through the station when the Tube approached.
He lowered his head and kissed my cheek.
His lips lingered on my skin.
My jaw fell open when his hands settled on my waist.
“Be a good girl for me until then,” he whispered.“And by good, I mean bad.”
I gasped, but he had already pulled back, placing a guiding hand against my back.
In a daze, I followed his touch into the carriage.
People tumbled in around me and I shuffled out of the way, still touching my cheek. Maddox remained on the platform.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
I raised my hand to wave, but I’d apparently forgotten how to wave, so it just stayed there like a high five to an imaginary friend.
He knew how to wave, of course he did, wiggling those fingers.
Those long, thick fingers.
The Tube jolted forward and I grabbed the handrail.
