Naomi
I couldn’t get what had happened out of my head and every time I thought about it, I got hot and wet. Atticus had taken care of me in a way that had been explosive. Suddenly, my fingers and even my toys weren’t as satisfying as he had been. I shivered as I looked up to make sure no one had caught me daydreaming. Atticus hadn’t spent the night, in fact, he had hightailed it out of the cottage so fast, that my head had spun. I wasn’t sure what that was about, but I was already making plans in my head for the next time. We needed condoms. I wanted to take the next step.
“Morning Naomi,” a customer greeted as she came over to the checkout counter. I smiled politely.
“Morning Gwen,” I greeted as I rang up her purchase. I watched her leave and then sighed softly. Why had Atticus not sta
