Dafne White's POV
I drive with my face burning; this was worse than I thought.
Not only are vague memories coming back, but I also have videos on my phone—more videos than I dare to watch because I don't know how steamy the content is.
Damn it!
I was always very discreet, reserved.
At least I tried to pretend that was the case, something I don't feel I did with Logan that night. That cursed night; if I remembered it, this would be...
“More uncomfortable.”
It's true.
Just with what happened early this morning, I’m dying of embarrassment, and he’s so brazen that he makes me nervous, making my imagination work at 200%, which is bad—very bad.
I’m not that kind of girl with those crazy desires, nor do I fantasize about dirty things.
“Liar.”
With Ben, that never happened.
“He barely
