EVELYN
There was no getting over his bare body.
I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my face against his back. His skin was cold, smooth, and impossibly imperfect. His muscles beneath tensed at my touch, rigid yet inviting, like a forbidden masterpiece I wasn’t meant to admire. But how could I not?
My fingers traced the sharp dips and curves of his toned torso, following the defined lines that felt like they belonged to something untouchable. He was standing still, he was nice to allow me to savor his body. I had to stand on my toes just to feel closer and to reach more of him.
What Mike was doing to me was reasonably unfair. He was dragging me into his world, into a life I didn’t want, yet making it feel so inevitable. Like I had no choice but to mold myself around him and fit into a place that had already been carved out for me.
And when he turned around and hugged me back, his arms wrapped around my waist, close to my ass in a firm but effortless way, my breath hitch
