I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.
Sylvia DayI can still feel you, Eva. Still taste you. Iโve been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. Youโve got the advantage, state your demands.
Sylvia DayI kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.
Sylvia Day