David POV

  I sat there on the couch in the living room, staring down at the journal in my hands, feeling the rough texture of its cover against my skin. 

  My pulse raced a bit faster than normal, a mix of frustration and this deep, burning heat building inside me.

  Ella had shoved it under her mattress, probably figuring I’d never go looking, but those soft whispers I heard coming from her room late at night had me curious enough to check. 

  Now here I was, holding proof of all the filthy things she’d been thinking about, and damn if it didn’t stir something primal in me.

  “Ella, get in...