Ren’s POV
For the first few minutes, things go exactly the way they did last night: he uses his annoyingly skilled, experienced hands to manipulate my body like putty and send me writhing and begging for more.
I won’t let it happen twice in a row, though. I don’t know much about s*x yet, but I know that he never reached the release that I did last night, and I’m not okay with it.
So, naturally, I went to Margery last night.
I would never use the word “slut” about a girl I loved or hated, but let’s just say Margery’s been a bit fast and loose since we were about fifteen.
It was sometime in the middle of the night, after I’d tossed and turned for hours, thinking about the way he made me feel. I knocked on her door until she groggily answered. I apologized, promised to make it up to h
