Chapter 35

SLOANE

“What are you afraid of?”

My breathing deepens as I brush my blouse sleeve with a finger, imagining it’s Hayes. I pull off the dress. My body faces my bed, and the humming security lights at my bedroom window are flooding in.

Loneliness and longing are weaving so tightly in my belly, and the pool of arousal I’ve been feeling all evening since I laid my eyes on Hayes drips to my inner thighs