Greta's POV
I knew Dylan was shocked when I placed his hand on my breast and asked him to touch me. I was surprised myself. I had never envisioned myself as the type of person who would want to be touched always. I guessed that I had already enjoyed the triplets' touch and I was never going to remain the same again but I was scared of confiding my truth in them.
What if I said it and it put them off? What if their thoughts of me changed because I told them my truth? What if they stopped loving me? What if they hate me instead?
A million questions ran through my mind even after Dylan had said I could trust them with everything and anything.
I closed my eyes and just enjoyed Dylan's rough hand on the soft skin of my breast and n****e. I wanted to enjoy it as long as it lasted because I
