“Arghhh,” I groaned into my pillow, rolling across the bed for what had to be the hundredth time.
It was an hour to midnight, and I still couldn’t get my eyes to shut for even a few minutes of sleep.
I sat up and crossed my legs beneath me, staring into the darkness.
I had turned off the light three hours ago, and this had been the routine ever since.
I wanted to rest.
But every time I closed my eyes, I saw him.
I didn’t want to dream about him again.
Didn’t want to wake up horny and wet again because my mind refused to leave him alone.
Even awake, it was worse.
There was nothing here to distract me. No Lana. No noise. Just silence and my own thoughts turning against me.
Every few minutes, the urge to touch myself pulsed through me, tempting and relentless. But I knew that would
