CHAPTER 37. CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE
The silence in the room didn't just stretch; it solidified, becoming a heavy, living thing that pressed against the walls and suffocated the air between us. The tension that had been simmering since his confession had boiled over into something thick and volatile, a gas leak waiting for a single spark.
And the sensation lingering between my legs was no longer just an ache; it was a roaring fire, far worse than it had been before he stepped into the room. It was driving me crazy, fraying the edges of my sanity until I felt like a wire pulled too tight, ready to snap at the slightest vibration.
He smiled at me—a slow, darkening expression that was equal parts affection and hunger.
Then, he moved.
His hand, large and warm, began to trace a path down th
