Page 22 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle
My whole body seizes around it, an overwhelming rush that snaps through me, stealing the air from my lungs as the release crashes down.
My grip tightens, my head falling back as it rolls through me in surges, each one pulling more out of me than the last.
I can’t move away from it.
I don’t want to.
It keeps going, pulsing, dragging it out until I’m trembling through it, until it finally starts to fade, leaving me breathless, undone.
My eyes snap open.
The room crashes back into place around me, too bright and too real now. My chest rises, my breath uneven, my body still catching up to what just happened, to what I just did.
To who I just called.
Robert?
