I really wanted to sleep with Mark. Partly because I wanted to prove to myself that Jason couldn’t influence me greatly. I forced my mind to stop thinking about the rich prick, and my hands moved to cup Mark’s face, pressing his lips to mine in a deep kiss.

I had an inner war to stay in the present, to enjoy the moment, trying to push Jason in the back of my head. I found Mark’s right hand and placed it on my bare skin above my knee. My sudden action ignited a lustful fire in both of us, making him bolder.

“I wanted to do that since I saw...