It’s a playground.
And now, my brain that was already spinning out is a fucking traitor.
Because instead of shaking it off and moving on, all I can think about is Anna.
No.
Nope.
I grip the glass tighter.
Because it shouldn’t be like this.
I shouldn’t be standing here, surrounded by the unmistakable vibe of sexual debauchery, and thinking abouther.
About how her pulse kicked under my fingers this morning.About how, for a fraction of a second, she didn’t pull away.
But my brain?It makes the connection anyway.
Anna.
Sex.
Fuck.
I toss back the rest of my drink.
I need to get out of my own head.Now.
I scan the room for a distraction, but all I can think about is why the hell I’m tying Anna to any of this.She’d think I was cracked.
I exhale slowly, fingers tightening into a fist as the thought creeps in.
What would that pulse feel like under my tongue instead of my fingertips?
For the briefest of moments, I envision running my tongue up the tender side of her neck.
The idea shouldn’t hit the way it does.
It shouldn’t sink into my skin, heat low in my stomach, making my body react before my brain can shut it down.
But I let it linger for just a second—long enough to feel it.To picture it.
Too long.
I grit my teeth, spinning around to face the bar, so no one can witness what the thought is doing to my lower half.
I exhale sharply, setting the glass down as a decision settles over me.It’s abadfucking decision, but a decision nonetheless.
Somehow, Ineedto push that button again to see if the attraction was really there.I need to know if I imagined it.
Because if it’s not there?
Then I’m completely fucked.
CHAPTER13
Anna