Fifty-six

El spins to face me, eyes ablaze with fury. She crosses her arms under her breasts, giving me a healthy glimpse of them. A lump wedges in my throat. I miss sucking her boobs. Playing with them. 

Can’t we fuck and make up? 

She stretches her hand to the door. “You should leave.”

I cock my head, my eyes do a lazy sweep across her body. Her muscles lose some of their tension. “No.” 

She scoffs. “You can’t be in here.”

“But I’m already here.” 

“Brandon.”

“Elna.” 

A frustrated sigh leaves her, she grabs her purse and I cover the distance before she thinks of escaping. Trapping her between my body and the sink, I trail a finger across her collarbone. She sucks in a breath and looks up to me. The heat from her body warms me, sends a burning sensation pulsing through me.

“You danced with T,” I whisper, p