C86 Chapter 86

Medora

Clyde didn’t push further, though his fingers twitched against my skin. We turned our attention back to the ceremony, clapping as the bride and groom kissed.

Then Clyde groaned, as if holding back for that long had been physically painful for him.

“Medora.” His voice was rough, his hand slipping onto my back, his other palm skating up my thigh.

I stiffened. “We are in public, Clyde