Verena 

I didn't sleep a wink last night. How was I supposed to sleep when the sporadic beating of my chest refused to wane, each thump reminding me of the kisses he planted on my body, the way he looked into my eyes like I really meant something and when he drawled out the word ‘worship’, I couldn't breathe. 

The idea of it made me toss and turn in my bed. As much as the experience of it was foreign to me, I craved it. 

I could still feel that tingling sensation on my skin and—

Enough. 

It was enough already. 

I shook my head—like it would shrug off the...