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CHAPTER 259
~Author's POV~
Isla almost whimpered aloud.
ISLA:You like teasing me?
NEIL:I like imagining how soaked you are right now. How badly you want my hands between your thighs instead of yours.
Her fingers curled around her phone tightly, her hips subtly rocking forward in her seat before she caught herself.
She wanted to press her palm between her legs so badly. Just a little pressure. Just enough to take the edge off. But she couldn't—not here. Not while people were singing badly and dancing around her.
But damn if Neil wasn't winning.
ISLA:I hate you.
NEIL:No, you don't. You're dripping for me. Admit it.
She shut her eyes for a second, biting the inside of her cheek.
ISLA:Fine. I'm wet. Throbbing. And I wish you were here.
There was a pause—a dangerous one.
NEIL:Then let's play a game.
Her heart thudded.
ISLA:What kind of game?
NEIL:I'll send you a voice note. You have to keep a straight face when you hear it.