I SLURP DOWN the milkshake in front of me, my hands on both my cheeks. Flashes from last night play across my vision like clockwork. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. And I can’t get Roman out of my mind, either.
Come for me, Lena.
Take every f*****g inch.
You want me to f**k you like a little slut?
The thought of what we did, of his dirty words, has me shifting uncomfortably, trying to stave off my arousal. When I look up, Kiara’s staring at me intently, a curious look on her face.
“What?” I mutter.
She tilts her head slightly to the side. “Something’s up with you. Tell me. Tell me now.”
“Nothing is up,” I state. “Everything’s perfectly fine.”
“Hmm. Your voice went up on that last syllable. You’re lying, Lena. Did something happen?” she asks, concern clear in her voic
