Chapter 2
AVA'S POV
I nodded, stepping toward the threshold, but then I paused.
My body was on fire, that ache between my legs throbbing relentlessly after an hour of his touches and commands. I couldn't just leave like this, wet and needy, my mind racing with filthy thoughts. I needed a moment to compose myself, or maybe... more. The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
"Um, Tristan? Do you mind if I use your bathroom real quick? Before I head out?"
He raised an eyebrow, those sharp blue eyes flicking over me again, but he didn't question it. "Sure. Down the hall, first door on the left."
"Thanks," I muttered, clutching my backpack tighter as I hurried past him. My cheeks burned, but I didn't are.
I slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me with a soft click.
