SIENNA.

“Last night was a mistake,” I said the second Reed walked into the coffee shop.

He looked like he had not slept. Dark circles sat under his eyes and his black T-shirt clung to the same chest I had ground against hours earlier. The scent of his cologne hit me before he even sat down and my pussy clenched around nothing. I crossed my legs under the table and felt how wet I already was.

“Alcohol,” he answered, voice rough. “Stupid dare. Nothing real. We forget it and go back to normal.”

“Normal,” I repeated, but the word tasted like a lie. My body still remembered the exact pressure...