C43 Separating His Legs

It seemed Jorrell was not pleased with me cocooning myself in layers, his eyebrows arching subtly as he spoke in an even tone.

"Look, it's getting late. I need to head to work or I'll end up being late."

I blurted out the excuse, my voice tinged with panic, avoiding his gaze. His eyes had a way of piercing through to the truth, and every time our eyes met, my heart would race uncontrollably