Debbie
The bedroom door clicked shut, and the silence that followed felt heavy.
I had followed Black into the assigned bedroom. Black turned to me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my skin crawl.
“Debbie, I—”
“I’m going to use the bathroom first,” I said quickly, interrupting him. I didn’t wait for him to answer. I grabbed my bag, took out the silk sleepwear I had packed just in case we slept over, and locked myself inside the bathroom.
I leaned against the sink and took a deep breath. I could still feel the phantom touch of Rain and River on my skin.
I stripped off the dress, showered, and pulled on a short, black nightgown. It was simple, but it showed off my legs and the curves of my body.
When I walked out, Black was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face on his phone. Bu
