MILLICENT
The sun was barely up but I was already awake, smiling like an i***t into my sleeping bag. My legs were sore from stumbling on that vine in the rain yesterday and my neck was strangely aching too.
Every inch of me screamed for more rest, but I couldn’t stop grinning. I shouldn’t be grinning. I shouldn’t be thinking about his hands or the way his voice dipped into my skin, or the way my body completely, utterly gave up on logic the second he touched me. Ugh. What the hell was wrong with me?
Xander Brooks had his fingers inside me last night.
And if Emily hadn’t walked in like the world’s worst alarm clock, I don’t think I would've been able to stop him. Honestly, I don’t know if I even wanted to.
I buried my face in the bag again, groaning into the fabric like it would suck m
