Jane POV:
Dizzy from the shock, my mind replays the scenes where his mouth was on my own, I gently touch it. All the spots on my skin that made contact with his hands are still tingling with hot l**t, every inch of my body tormented with some kind of biological urge that never hit me like this before, at blame is probably the lack of s*x for about a year, give or take.
It’s true, this is the reason most certainly, not the fact the I’ve been craving to have a taste of him from the moment I’ve seen him in that third rate diner. That is surely not the case.
What happened a few minutes ago was the result of a plausible set of circumstances, life and death situations provide justifications even for the most unrealistic course of events.
Would this have happened if not for the fear of death
