Chapter 49 Blood, Sweat, Soil

• [ZEKE]
• By the time I’m done with her, she’s a curled-up mess on the desk, light hair plastered to her face with sweat, chest rising and falling like she’s barely hanging on to her own breath. Good. She should remember exactly what I did to her every time she looks at this fucking desk.
• I wash up quick in the bathroom, and then splash cold water over my face. It doesn’t do shit. When I step back out, the air still reeks of sex—her wet heat, my sweat, the filth we made together. It clings to the walls, to my lungs. Makes me hard all over again.