RIVER
I couldn’t help my mind from wandering onto Taylor’s body. Wet, glistening, and firm, even though I hadn't touched it. Not that I didn't want to, but I had to restrain myself from touching or else he would have looked at me like I had a few loose screws in my head.
“Get a grip, River Wilson,” I hushed, screaming at myself in the mirror. I seemed to be losing and slipping out of everything I knew. I knew that I was not really sure what I knew anymore.
I rushed a shower and got ready because I did not want to keep Taylor waiting longer than he should have to.
He seemed eager to leave, but I made sure we ate something. He couldn't be walking around with a possible hangover without anything to eat. He looked too tense when I mentioned Matt brought it over. Why was I disappointed w
