~ Adeline ~

My cheek flushes and I'm preparing to ride him, but his phone vibrates once — twice — before the peacefulness of his eyes is completely gone. He inhales sharply, shutting the laptop in his lap, but I don't miss that instant of him licking my juices off his fingers. Damnit!

"Get dressed," he tells me without so much as a glance.

His voice isn't the same. It's Harder. Farther away. As if he's gone back behind the mask that makes him what he is.

I quickly yank my jeans back ...