The moment Eve wakes up alone in her bed, she feels something close to regret. The only things that separated her and Grant last night were her underwear and her nerves. Even with a few glasses of wine, her courage failed her to go all the way with him. In the end she couldn’t commit to it. She rubs her hot thighs together and wishes he were between them. Instead her hand slides down to do the job of getting her off. Why does he have to be so wonderful? Why couldn’t he talk her into giving herself to him last night?
A few minutes of imagining his naked torso, trailing her fingers over the curves of his muscles, and remembering his hardness pressed against her.. She finds her release and rolls on to her side with her heart beating fast. It’s going to be a long hard day knowing what she pas
