I lay on the bed, legs tangled in the sheets, my tank top clinging to my damp skin. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I had stripped everything off, thinking it would help me cool down.
It didn’t.
I was restless. Wet. Needy. And no amount of shifting or squeezing my thighs together could relieve the ache that had taken over.
I told myself I’d get water again. That I wasn’t thinking about what I was really doing. But my feet moved without thought—down the hallway, silent steps to his bedroom door. The wood was slightly ajar, moonlight pouring through his window and casting silver across his bare chest.
He was lying there, shirtless, one arm behind his head, the sheet low on his hips. Watching me.
“I knew you’d come,” he said, voice thick with sleep and something else. Hunger.
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