Chapter 16 – Leo
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LEO
I hear it as I’m walking from the bathroom to the couch to sleep for the night.
The tiniest mewl.
A breathy sound I almost miss, but the house is dead quiet, so I don’t.
I pause outside my bedroom door, behind which my client lies in my bed, and hear it again. Willa.
I should go to the couch.
I should go to the kitchen.
I should grab blankets and hunker down in the unfinished guest room.
I should sit outside and sleep in the patio chair.
I should do anything, really, but instead, I sit outside with my back to the door of my bedroom and listen to Willa Stone’s muffled moan as she makes herself come in my bed.
And even though it goes against everything I know, even though I’ve spent years resisting Willa Stone’s pull, I somehow know deep in my gut that I am so totally fucked.