16 - BRIXTON

The small gasp that leaves Devlin's lips as she steps out only adds to the swelling problem in my pants. Her eyes are wide as she scans the room, but all she will find is me.

She disappears to change and I've already tried distracting myself, but it wasn’t working when she was in another room and it’s definitely not working now that her scent’s floated past me again.

I used the blade to slice the skin on my hand over a dozen times. It only stings for a few seconds before the wound closes up and heals, but it's long enough to offer me a moment of clarity, so I slice the blade just one… more… time.

His footsteps give him away, but shortly after the key turns in the lock, Corbyn tries to sneak in. He narrows his eyes at me with a tight jaw, but what was this fucker expecting? I heard him coming the moment he made it to this floor.

He glances toward the bed, and the anger rolls off of him in waves, but the way he’s looking back at me won’t do him any good. I’m furious too. Not on