I spend all night and the next day remembering the night at the Saint. I can't believe what all happened. I find myself daydreaming of Darcy's lips and his tongue and his skilled fingers. So much of what we did I had never done and I still hardly know him. All I know is that I desire him. I like when he touches me, I like when he kisses me, I like when he talks to me, I just like him.
During all of this daydreaming I wonder if I should cancel my date with Declan. I mean what kind of person goes out with someone the day after she has a s****l encounter with another? I don't think that I am that kind of person. But I also didn't think I was the kind of person who would have a s****l encounter with someone on a first date and in a public place.
I spend the whole day pondering these things a
