Pulling her steps through the front door of her home, Avery rested upon the inside of its oak construction, the memories of Tate’s lips and his breathless heat rushing her skin was enough to return her blush still. Immediately, her heart lurched as she dampened the cloth between her thighs once again, harboring the thought to return out into the night and in his direction to force him to continue the moment that was seized by the unkind interruption of his roommate. But before she could decide to remain in her home or abandon her prudish restraints, she could hear the sound of her mother laughing with someone within the kitchen only a few feet away. A familiar Australian accent led her face to twist as she knew her occupation now bled into her personal life in a way that was not welcome as
