SARAH
I might just be in love. And it sucks. It really sucks because the last time I was, my heart was trampled upon without the slightest consideration.
But with them, it was different. Yes, our relationship was wild, crazy, and other words that don’t even explain the half of it. Still, despite all the chaos, there was a grounded feeling that came with being theirs. In all that madness, there was safety.
So when they ask me to trust them, I find myself doing so. I’m even so comfortable, I tell them not to hang around other women anymore.
Really, what?
Stepping out of the bathroom, I smooth my hands over my skirt and clear my throat, while trying to ignore the warm moistness between my legs. My panties are a mess, no doubt.
Hopefully, Julian doesn’t have the same sharp sense of
