Page 40 of Moonlit Temptation

His answer was a throwaway. We both knew it.

I shifted on my feet. This was it. Nothing left to say between us but goodbyes.

He gave me one last smoldering look, one that reached my core.

This was it.

Our goodbye.

But it never came.

Saint barely glanced my way as he stepped into the hall.

The door shut behind him, leaving me hollow.

Nothing we’d done had made me feel cheap or used. Not until now.

He stayed the night but left without another glance.

Why?

I stared at the door long after he was gone.

The sound of the door closing still echoed in my ears, even hours later as I popped in and out of shops on Oxford Street.

I should’ve been focused on not spending all my graduation money on a new wardrobe or what I was going to do in London for the six days, alone. But neither were enough to distract me from the hollow sound of Saint’s cold exit or how it matched the sunken ache in my chest.

He could barely look at me after the phone call with my brother.

I didn’t feel guilty like Saint did. He didn’t need to say it for me to know that was going through his head when he left.

But I had no idea what he was thinking now that he was on a plane home. He was going to have to look my brother in the face, knowing what I tasted like between my legs.

Should I feel bad about that?

I couldn’t. Maybe that made me a horrible person. But Saint was a grown man. He was in control of his actions as much as I was.

And I wasn’t going to be sorry over something I’d wanted for more years than I could remember.

God, I still felt him wrapped around my body as I walked from clothing store to clothing store.

Still felt him between my legs as I tried on outfit after outfit, the different fabrics sensitive on my skin.

Was this what drug addicts felt when they came down from a high? This nervous, twitchy feeling that resided inside me, consuming my thoughts. Every fiber of my being.

If so, I understood why they called it an addiction. Why a person would need hit after hit to get by.

One night. That was all it took for me to get hooked on Saint.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come down.

The door closing echoed in my thoughts, again.

I had always been gluttonous when it came to Saint. This time was no different.

I wanted more.

I would always want more.

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