Chapter 52 Terminal Desires Ch2

• Lena hadn’t spoken to Derek since that breakroom moment—the one where she let him wreck her over a desk like she was something fragile and filthy at once. But it wasn’t avoidance. It was survival.
• Because now every time he walked by, her thighs clenched. Her skin remembered. Her body reacted before her brain could catch up. And he—he looked like he wanted to devour her all over again every time their eyes met. His stare was sharp, unblinking, burning.
• She was sorting boarding passes that afternoon when his voice sliced through the comm like a blade.