Lila's POV 

I’ve been wet for Nathan since I turned nineteen.

I don't know what it is, but there's just something about him. 

Maybe the way he looks at every other girl. The way he treats them, like they're the only person he'd ever want to fuck in the world.

He was shirtless in their backyard pool, water sliding down every line of his body, with his black shorts hanging so low I could see the sharp V dip of his hips and the faint trail of hair disappearing out of sight. 

Three years later I still can’t look at him without my thighs pressing together. Every time he walks...