so screwed up.
‘I have to go after her,’ I tell him, trying to tug my hand free.
‘I know,’ he says, smoothing a stray strand of hair back behind my ear. The gesture is just a little thing, nothing at all really, and yet my entire body reacts to it. He’s so crude, and then so tender. I don’t know what to make of it at all. ‘But promise me you’ll meet me tomorrow. We need to fuck, Ellie.’
I find that word less shocking, now. But its power to excite me is increasing every time he says it. ‘Where?’
‘Where would you like?’
‘My studio?’ It’s the first place I think of.
His mouth widens into a lopsided smile. ‘Perfect.’
Then he lets me go. But by the time I make it outside, Amber has gone.
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