Brielle

My hormones are raging, my skin tingles where his thumb traced over my face and lower lip, I feel like squirming with a needy, achy affliction and I don't understand this reaction.

Hmm... Desire. This is desire, this is what it feels like.

I scramble out of his bed frantically searching for my jeans, he emerges from the bathroom wet and glistening from the shower, still unshaven with just a towel around his waist, and there am I.

"If you're looking for your jeans, I've sent them to the laundry, "His gaze is dark. "They were splashed with your vomit."

"Oh." I flush scarlet. Why oh why does he...