"Hey… what's wrong?" I asked again, softer this time, my hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head.
She was still sobbing, shoulders shaking against my chest, the wet crop vest clinging even more from her tears and the rain mist.
Finally, she pulled back just enough to look up at me, eyes red and glassy. "I… I miss what you have with Lily, Alex."
I stopped, confused. "What do you mean?"
She wiped at her cheeks, voice breaking. "I know what your relationship with Lily is, Alex. I saw you both outside the office room on the ground floor that one time… and I heard everything last night. The walls are thin."
So that's why she crashed last night. Jealousy. Pure, raw envy. She wanted what Lily had—with me.
I searched her face, the sadness still there, mixed with something vulnerable and hungry.
My cock was throbbing now, pressed against her stomach through my jeans, the heat of her body making it impossible to think straight.
