The drug was mostly gone from my blood, leaving behind a throb in my temples and an ache between my thighs. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Evander was asleep beside me on the bench, his body dead to the world. One of his arms was thrown over my waist, pinning me against his chest, while his legs were tangled up in mine. I was still full of his cock. A sickening wave of shame coiled tight in my gut, sharp enough to make my stomach turn. I looked down at his arm, at the dark stubble along his jaw, and the steady rise and fall of his chest. My body had betrayed me. My instincts had begged for him, used his scent and he had given me exactly what I needed. And I hated him even more for it. I took a slow breath, keeping my ribs completely still. I slid my right hand down between our bodies, my palm pressing against his hip. Slowly, I pushed myself back, easing my hips away from him. He stirred, a low rumble coming from his chest, his brow furrowing as if he felt the col
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