ANNATORIA
I sincerely don’t know how I got home, but right now, I’m lying in bed, and my heart and head are a mess. With my thumb kneading my lips, the memory of my passion with Mr. Thorne kept replaying, stopping me from finding sleep.
I mean, that might be a good thing since I won’t have to see that nasty dream tonight, but it’s super weird how I can still sense his soft lips and amazing smell.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have gotten curious about kissing him. Because I now want more.
But going back for more could be dangerous. Aside from being occupied with spy duties, one of the reasons I didn’t explore my sensuality for years was that I feared that once I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Look at me now. Just a kiss with that sexy man, and I’m a mess.
After a sigh, I turned to lie on m
