Eve

I didn’t recognize the sound that came out of me first, a soft, broken whimper that belonged to someone else entirely. One second I was spitting venom at him, the next I was plastered against his chest in the dark, hips rolling shamelessly against his thigh like I’d die if I stopped. My skin felt too tight, my blood too hot, and every nerve lit up and screaming for more.

Heat.

The thought slammed into me like a fist to the sternum.

How had I forgotten? How had I missed the warning ache low in my belly all day, the way my clothes had started to feel like sandpaper,...