I brought the fabric closer to my nose, and the moment it brushed against me, I inhaled deeply without even meaning to. I needed it. I needed her. And just like that, everything inside me shifted.
“f**k,” I muttered under my breath, eyes closing for half a second. “I can’t believe I’m hard again.”
I was. Hard as a goddamn brick. Just from the smell of her on this stupid piece of fabric. I’d already had her this morning.
I ran a hand down my face, tried to get a grip.
“She’s going to freeze in that classroom,” I said aloud, more to myself than anything. “Wearing that damn skirt. No jacket. No shame. No clue what she does to people.”
I grabbed the sweater and stepped out of the car, locking the door behind me with one hand as I tossed the sweater over my arm. But the moment my boots hit
