Meadow’s POV:

The flight back to Seattle was quiet. The silence was unsettling, and quite frankly, infuriating.

Alaric hadn’t so much as glanced at me ever since we got in the jet. We were seated across from each other, but he was just focused on his laptop in front of him. Work, I suppose, but how could he act like he hadn’t just made me cum with his fingers while maintaining eye contact all the way?

Because I couldn’t.

It was all I could think about.

I’d never been touched ...