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“Don’t.”

I move my shoulder away. I feel him slightly cower, which I feel instantly guilty about. But I have to leave. There is no other option right now.

“Let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about now.”

He stands silent, not saying a word, still completely naked. I feel myself wanting to console him, to apologize, to cuddle on the floor and talk it out. But I know I can’t.

He starts getting dressed himself, finally, but slowly. By the time I’m done he has only just zipped up his pants. Knowing I can’t stay here for another second, I open the door to leave. I rush through it, deciding to leave my lecture notes behind.

I couldn’t be more thankful that the halls are empty because I look like a mess, my heart is rapidly pounding, and I’m feeling as confused as ever.

What did I just do? I fucking hated that guy less than an hour ago. What the hell changed from wanting to punch him to wanting to fuck him?

I get into my car, start it, and slam my head against the wheel. I know that this is something that isn’t going to go away on its own. I have never felt this way about another man.

But I know who is actually responsible for this.

It’s Evelyn. Stirring up shit, making us want to sexually compete with one another.

“Fuck.”

I pull out of the parking lot and take off, not looking back.


Tags: Ellie Rowe Erotic