I looked her over once. The rain made her dress see through a bit and even I can’t deny, that dress was perfectly fitted. And the heels were always a plus.
I could only imagine what Wyatt was thinking, looking her over like that. The thought made me shutter.
“Come here.”
She cautiously walked over, stopping directly in front of me with her hands behind her back.
“Don’t ever wear something like this again.”
“Yes, Marlon.”
“And listen when I speak to you.”
“I will.”
Her tone said one thing and her body said something else entirely. She leaned in, stopping just short of touching me.
“Don’t,” I said.
“Don’t what?” she asked softly. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“I know what you’re thinking.”
She tilted her head, exposing her neck and bit her lip like she didn’t take me seriously at all.
“What am I thinking, Marlon?”
“I don’t wanna say it out loud.”
“Well, I’m not a mind reader.”
“Aurora,” I said steadily. “You and I can never have sex again. You understand that, right?”
“Yes.”
“So, why are you this close to me?”
“Cause you want me to be.”
I didn’t respond.
“Cause you want me.”
Still silence.
“No matter how much you try to resist it.”
She stepped just a fraction closer.
“You crave another taste.”
“I don’t.”
“Really?”
I held her gaze. “Really. See I know what you are, Rabbit. I know your type.”
“Oh?” She stepped back a little. “What type is that?”
