Thalia's POV
Eight o'clock in the club.
I am still open from being f****d by my boyfriend two hours ago before now.
The booze and bass is pumping adrenaline through my veins.
I know what I'm doing…I swear I do.
I'm a good girl too…I've always been, but tonight it's a bit too difficult to be it.
Not when he's looking at me like that from across the table with a glass of golden tequila held up to his lips.
He doesn't smile, he doesn't nod, he doesn't show any sign of acknowledgement for me.
He just…looks.
I am so f****d.
Two hours before.
“Yeah? You like that?“ My boyfriend moans above me and I moan ceremoniously in response to him.
No sweat, no saliva, no passion…just ceremony but I keep my legs open for him.
It's been suffocating lately.
I love my boyfriend with everything I'
