106. HUSH MELODY!

MELODY’S POV. Fuck! I still couldn’t think straight. That night had rewired my entire nervous system. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jensen devouring my breasts like a woman starved for months, tongue greedy, teeth teasing. Like I was the first real meal she’d had in years and she intended to savour every inch. The memory alone made my thighs press together under my desk at school with heat pooling low in my belly while I pretended to listen to lectures. My heart hadn’t slowed down since. It raced constantly, a wild drumbeat. Yet I had to show up to classes, smile at friends and act normal. As if Jensen Aniston hadn’t completely ruined me. I’d left the Aniston mansion first that morning. She had an urgent meeting in Ireland with her father and promised she’d follow soon. But soon turned into days, followed by her short, daily; How are you? and random photos of misty green hills, plates of food, or her tired face in a hotel mirror. Jensen had never been good with phones. S