Dixie wanted to burrow down deep in her bed, roll around in the smell of him on her sheets, but need drove her to her bathroom. There was no way she was going to sleep in her current state and she didn't want to redress the bed tonight. She used a washrag to rid herself of the worst of the icing sticky. By the time she was finished she heard the bed frame creak.
Dixie smiled at her reflection and cupped her cheeks.
Benji.
That part of her that would always be a giddy teenager was thrilled with tonight. And who wouldn't be? That was book-level-good s*x. The kind she'd been skeptical about. With him.
"You okay?" Benji called out.
"Yeah." She flipped off the light and stepped into the doorway.
He lay on the bed, his head propped in his hand with the sheet pulled up to his waist. The bed
