Meadow’s POV:
The flight back to Seattle was quiet. The silence was unsettling. Infuriating.
Alaric hadn’t so much as glanced at me ever since we got in the jet. We were seated across from each other, but he was just focused on his laptop in front of him. Work, I suppose, but how could he act like he hadn’t just made me c*m with his fingers while maintaining eye contact all the way?
Because I couldn’t.
It was all I could think about.
I’d never been touched that way by anyone before, which was completely absurd. Yes, I was a twenty-three year old woman who was in a relationship with a man for two entire years and we never did anything except kiss.
I did give Tyler a blow job once though, but he’d stopped me halfway and said I was really bad at it.
And yeah, he never touched me. And
