FLORA'S POV
I tossed and turned under the covers for what felt like hours. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of the kitchen counter replayed in my mind. The heavy pressure of Eugene’s body, the burning heat of his hands on my waist, and the raw taste of his mouth completely consumed me.
But there was another thought spinning in my head, making my chest tighten. I was a virgin. I had never let anyone get close enough to change that, always waiting for something real, something that didn't feel like a shallow college game. Now, lying in the dark, a deep, restless ache was growing inside me. For the first time in my life, I felt a desperate, overwhelming need to lose it—and I only wanted it to be him.
By 2:00 AM, the sheets felt like fire. I couldn't sleep. My throat was dry, so I s
