I started toward the bus stop. Something made me glance back over my shoulder. She was still standing there, in the drizzle, just watching. Same stiff smile plastered on. Didn't blink. Didn't move.
I snapped my head forward and picked up the pace.
"Okay, Evan," I muttered under my breath. "Focus. You got work to do today."
By the time I reached the bus stop, I was damp and restless. I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the shelter's cold metal wall. Smoke filled my lungs, burned down my throat, steadied me.
"When does this bus come…" I muttered, taking another drag. The rain drummed on the plastic roof above me. My reflection in the glass looked like a ghost—eyes heavy, hair damp, smoke curling past my face.
Damn… getting a blowjob while I ate… that was fucking awsome. A little humiliating for Tessa, sure. But the pleasure I got was just… ten out of ten.
