Silenced

He stepped so close our chests almost brushed. “Then why is your body still reacting to me right now?”

I didn’t answer.

Because fuck.

He was right again.

My n*****s were hard. Fucking n*****s.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, eyes on my mouth. “You’re angry, but you’re dripping. You’re scared, but your body’s begging to be touched.”

“Shut up,” I hissed, but it came out breathless.

“You don’