Chapter 4

Avery’s pov

I couldn’t stay in that bed.

The sheets stuck to my skin every time I shifted. My body still carried the memory of his hands on my hips and the hard press of him against my ass with every bounce. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the trampoline under my feet again and the way the tiny shorts had clung to me, soaked through. Sleep refused to come. The ache between my legs only grew sharper the longer I lay there.

I threw the covers off and stood. The hallway outside my room was dark and quiet. Bare feet silent on the cool floor,...