Chapter 28
Malena
Ichewed on my lip, staring at the heavy oak door in front of me.
Tucked behind a neatly laid white stone facade, the sprawling McMaster mansion in Auteuil, Paris was lavish. A pool, a courtyard, a turret that winded up three stories and overlooked the entire right bank.
We landed in the middle of the night Paris time. The new Scroll it was easy. It was figuring out what turned me on and what didn’t. I tried not to put too much emotional stock in it because there was no point. These were my college years—my only chance to figure it all out.
But that…
He slid his palm down to the small of my back, his fingers slowly curling out and pulling in against my skin. Wrapped in his arms with the reverent way he gently stroked me, I drifted to sleep, bathed in a different feeling entirely.
A feeling akin to floating, because I was safe. There was no pretense weighing me down. With him, I didn’t have to conform to some idea of what I was supposed to be.
It was subversive.
Because now that I’d felt it, I never wanted it to stop.