I pushed away from Devon's chest, my body still humming from what we'd just done, but my mind screaming to get distance. He watched me dress with that predatory gaze, like he was already planning the next round. I didn't say a word as I yanked on my clothes, ignoring the ache between my legs. He followed suit, pulling on his pants and shirt, but his eyes never left me.
"Ready to meet the others?" he asked, voice low and casual, like we hadn't just torn each other apart.
I shot him a glare. "Others? You said there were only three."
He smirked, buttoning his shirt. "Three besides me. Come on."
He grabbed my hand before I could protest, tugging me out of the bedroom and down the hall. The frozen world outside the windows still creeped me out—everything seemed frozen except the people moving around like they were being controlled by a remote. We reached the elevator at the end of the corridor, the doors sliding open with a soft ding that echoed too loudly in the silence.
