***Olivia's POV***I've done it again. I had scrubbed my skin until it was raw, but I could still feel the phantom weight of Chandler's hand around my throat, his lips on my skin, the heat of his fingers inside me. I forced myself into a turtle neck to hide the flush on my skin and headed downstairs. My heart stopped when I saw Drake standing in the living room, looking disheveled and worried. "Liv! Thank God," Drake said, stepping forward to pull me into a hug. I stiffened, my stomach turning. "I was worried when you disappeared on us last night, I thought something happened." "I'm... I'm okay now, Drake. I told you, I suddenly wasn't feeling well and I... went home," I whispered, avoiding his eyes. Chandler stepped out of the kitchen, leaning against the frame of the entry way. He looked perfectly composed, not a hair out of place, though I knew his finger had been inside me minutes ago.Oh god... "She’s a bit fragile, kid," Chandler said smoothly as if nothing had happened.
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