The next morning at work, I reviewed some cases.
My hands flipped through pages. Eyes scanned through texts, but my mind remained absent. Stuck in the memories of last night.
Memories of Dane coming up to my front door, saying only a single sentence before walking away like he didn't just stir up a fire within me.
Would he have been aware of how aroused I was?
How I couldn't help but touch myself to fall asleep last night. With the image of his face engraved in my mind.
I hated it.
I was shameless.
Flicking my bean and thrusting my fingers to the one face I tried so hard to be mad at.
But I couldn't help it.
The fire burned within me. Hot. Needing.
But I'd rather swallow a dozen nails than go to Dane. Heck! At least I wasn't that shameless.
When I woke up in my room, I was shock
