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This was quickly becoming anoh nomoment.

He looked ready to kiss me again.

I wanted him to kiss me again.

Except I wanted a slow kiss. A soft kiss.

This was not good at all.

Post-orgasm thoughts…

Had me wanting to think with my heart.

Had me wanting Riff in a way where we kept our clothes on and hands to ourselves…

Chapter Twenty-Five

RIFF

Istood in front of the empty easel.

The empty stool.

I tapped my fingertips to the stool and nodded.

A reminder text from Abel came through.

I read it and rolled my eyes.

“I know, man,” I said. “Believe me, I know.”

I left my condo and went outside to a waiting car.

Sometimes it felt badass to be driven around.

Almost like a celebrity.

Other times, I hated it.

At least this car was nice and private.

Glass separating the front and back.

So I sat alone and avoided any kind of communication with the driver.

I didn’t even attempt to distract myself when the thought hit me.

I miss Fi already.

She had been gone for a couple hours.

And me?

I leaned forward and knocked on the glass separator.

The heavily tinted glass moved down.

“We need to make a detour,” I said.

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