CARLA
I didn't mean to giggle as much as I was doing when I stepped out of Dawson's room but I couldn't help it.
Every moment I spent with him in his room had been flustering and arousing. And I'd almost lost myself to it. Almost, but good thing my moral side got a grip of me before things escalated.
Still, it felt good, I wasn't gonna lie. Dawson was one hell of a playboy who knew just what to say and where to touch to get any lady yearning for him.
He was doing the same to me. He was slowly breaking every bit of my resolve and imprinting himself in my heart and mind. And the crazy thing is the fact that I'm beginning to love it. I love his touch, his scent, his kisses…
Oh, Carla. You're so gone.
“And what's got you all giddy, little tramp?” A malicious voice ended my reverie. An
