For the rest of that night, my mind played mine and Julian's conversation on repeat.
Zach had been sleeping when I'd barged into his room, itching to tell him my dirty little secret. His limbs had been spread like a starfish with his mouth hanging open. A light snore came from him and I decided that he looked too peaceful to wake up. So I left him there and sneaked back to my room, feeling as if I was going to explode if I didn't tell someone soon. I was a talker, I needed to talk, and this was just pure torture for me.
Blowing a breath out of my mouth, I stared up at the ceiling. How I felt wasn't easy to explain.
My lady parts were more satisfied than they had been in a long time and they ached for more.
My heart was in agreement; it was excited at the idea of having a forbidden
