The rest of the ride home was a weird blur. I’d be in so much pain my skin felt like it was on fire one minute and then excruciatingly horny the next, and then a very uncomfortable combination of the two. I felt terrible for Jace and Noah, I would cry, beg and plead them to touch me, so they would stroke my arm, or kiss me or hold my thigh, anything that was contact but wasn’t s****l, and then I’d scream at them to stop because it felt like it was too much. The moment their hands left my body, I was in turmoil all over again. I knew what I wanted, what I needed, but then it turned out to be wrong. And I really wasn’t in control of how I was handling any of it.
We sped towards the garage, and it suddenly struck me out of nowhere that Adam hadn’t at all been affected by my heat starting. T
