~Devonte~
Dinner was pretty good, but enjoying it with my mate sitting across from me was hard. I kept noticing her every movement, how she chews, how her tongue grazes her lips. I wanted to be the fork she ate with, the cup she drank from. Hell, I wanted to be the food itself.
I somehow managed to finish eating, and now we are sitting quietly with an after-dinner drink. “We should talk.” I look up at Lynn, her fingers caressing her glass. I clear my throat.
“Yes, we should.” I take a deep breath, ready to get this over with, and try to salvage any relationship I may still have with Sonya.
“Were you turned on when we were sparing?” S**t! This question again? She’s like a dog with a freaking bone. I would have thought she would have let that go by now.
“I don’t really want to talk ab
