BOOK3: Chapter 15: Phone Call Games
They both lay still for a moment, gasping for breath, trying to process the whirlwind of sensation and adrenaline that had just overtaken them. The only sound is the whispering of the breeze against the windows, or maybe some creek nearby, but they both quickly realize it's nothing. Just the wind stirring faintly, nature settling back down—unlike them.
She turns to look at him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He’s grinning at her with that maddening, cocky smile that always stirs something treacherous in her chest. He winks.
"That was amazing, wasn't it?" he murmurs, teasing her, his voice low and sinfully smooth.
Her blush deepens. What the f**k is the meaning of this? her mind screams, confusion and guilt like a crashing tide. She tries to shove him
