#Chapter35
Camila
MY HEART LEAPS from my chest as I walk directly to the wall with wobbly legs. My body is still vibrating to the last intense kiss we did moments ago.
I just follow what he asked me to do, not knowing what he has in mind. I made the longest shower in history to erase the traces of that bastard’s touch on my skin. I feel disgusted with myself, and loathe him at the same time.
Pyke moves close to me in a slow and sensuous saunter with pure male and dominance. /"Babe, are you sure about this?/"
/"What are we gonna do here?/" I almost whisper. My voice trembles at the anticipation of he might press me against this glass wall and kiss me again.
/"Just trust me, Babe,/" he answers with a tense jaw, eyes pin on me like a hawk, but with a glint of excitement and lust.
My eyes widen. Is he—?
/"Don’t go in there. I’m not gonna hang you upside down,/" he says with a laugh, /"You know I can read you like an open book./"
