AMELIA.
Something is off.
Me.
I’m off.
Ever since Dylan had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person. Because I want it to continue.
No. I actually want another scene like in that room where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now. I still have him in the palm of my hands so I can ask for it, I think so… I frantically shake my head.
What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there? Instead of finally leaving me alone, Dylan exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside.
He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket b
