Rhysand.
It takes me twenty minutes before I realize Rain might not be honoring my invitation.
My phone sits face-up on the table.
The last text I sent her~~Still waiting on an answer, mushroom.~~has been read for twenty-three minutes…and counting.
No reply.
Not a single f*****g dot.
I run a hand through my hair, jaw tight. She’s not coming. The thought lodges in my chest like a blade. Did I try too hard? Maybe her mother has done something to make her stay away? Maybe she’s too tired to answer while I sit here like a fool with dinner getting cold and my c**k aching for the only woman who can ruin me.
Restless, I sling off my shirt, leaving only sweatpants slung low on my hips, the waistband barely clinging to my waist. The fabric does nothing to hide how hard I’m getting just thin
