CHAPTER 2
BRIELLE
I woke up the next morning with sunlight filtering through the cabin curtains, my body stiff from the pull-out couch. Jake was on the other side, arm draped over the edge, breathing steady in sleep. We hadn't touched all night, no accidental brushes, no nothing and I sighed deep, frustration twisting in my belly from that shower fantasy. My p***y still ached a little, wet just thinking about how huge he felt yesterday. I stood up quick, heart racing, pulling my tank down over my curvy hips like it could hide how turned on I was.
"Morning," Jake mumbled, voice rough and sleepy as he stretched, his broad shoulders flexing, abs tight under the sheet. That bulge in his shorts looked even bigger in the morning light, tenting a little, and I looked away fast, cheeks burning.
