I observe him incredulously for several seconds, sheer disbelief smearing itself across my otherwise stiffened face.
I can’t believe he just said what he said. For a split second, I’m almost—almost—convinced that my eardrums are playing tricks on me. As if on cue, the words reverberate in my head, his voice resounding in my ears with remarkable clarity, as if he’s actually repeating them out loud.
“If I was going to fuck you today, believe me, it would have already happened. Twice.”
Dear. God. In. Heaven.