MAEVE HAWTHORN.
What?! Why does he show up in my room at my most embarrassing moment?
I could feel the wetness of my p***y as it throbbed and my body vibrated as my lips parted but I immediately bit my lower lip to suppress the moan that was about to slip out of my mouth.
My blood pounded and my head felt hazy as I stared into the green eyes looking down at me, tearing through every part of my being, my bone, like claws.
I really need to say something now or he’s going to think I’ve passed out.
Heat rushed to my cheeks and I felt the heat making its way to the tip of my ears and the back of my neck as I thought of something to say.
What do I say? I can’t tell him I was having a wet dream about him. Also, why is he so damn close?
Sweat formed on Enzo’s forehead and the way his breath
