Chapter 46

Lyra had gone to escort Rinka out of the building, leaving me alone in the dim office with my thoughts in disarray. Bad idea. The dark reminded me of…of things. Like his warmth against the cold. On my body. His large and calloused hands, hot on my waist and traveling lower. His breath on my neck and lips on my chest.

The smile in his eyes when I cried out, realizing he’d hit the spot.

“Fuck…” I cursed under my breath with head in my hands. I missed Cristo. I really did. And even though I had to really talk to Lyra about the way she’d been acting, I just wanted to go home and cry my heart out. Maybe throw away my phone to keep myself from checking his Instagram through a damned fake account so he didn’t think I missed him.

Pathetic.

I was pathetic.

Lyra was back way too soon for me to compose myself. “You looked like you wanted to talk to me.”

I looked at her calculatingly, and decided I couldn’t do it today. I was too distraught for it. Funny, really, seeing as how Cristo and I never