Chapter Seventeen
Joey
Halfway through breakfast two days later, Fitz asks, “I hope the answer is yes, but is everyone ready for the fundraiser tonight?”
I mumble into my coffee, “I forgot that was happening.” Because my brain refuses to think about anything but Holt...Holt, and what we did the night before last, and his muscles and huge c**k and how good he smells and dammit Joey pull your s**t together.
dammit Joey pull your s**t togetherGod, I"m such an i***t. Trying to forget about Holt by sleeping with him was the stupidest idea on the planet and I"m still paying the price. I realized my mistake as soon as we touched, but I still couldn"t stop myself, and now the only thing stronger than my regret is my need to get under him again ASAP.
Witt lets out a loud, so very teenaged uuuu
