***James***
My feet are cold.
Unusual for being at home, but understandable when I sit up and take in the peculiar arrangement Serena and I had fallen asleep in. I lay back down, a grin spreading across my face as I recall the way we ended last night.
After getting fairly tactile in the back of the car—much to Stuart’s obvious discomfort, I’m sure—our clothes were hastily discarded just inside my bedroom doorway, and we finally christened my bed, as Serena so eloquently put it. Any hope of self-control was abandoned. Instead, we let emotions take over, leading us through several incredible hours of pure gratification. Knowing we’d have to restrain ourselves once back at school, we had both been of the same mind—make the most of it.
I sit up again and glance at Serena. She isn’t under t
