ASTRID
“What are you afraid of?”
My breathing deepens as I brush my blouse sleeve with a finger, imagining it’s Jordan. I pull off the dress. My body faces my bed, and the humming security lights at my bedroom window are flooding in.
Loneliness and longing are weaving so tightly in my belly, and the pool of arousal I’ve been feeling all evening since I laid my eyes on Jordan drips to my inner thighs. f**k. I lower my bra strap to my elbow, freeing my breast. For a moment, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror beside my bed, raising my eyes to my now-flushed face.
Does Jordan know how much grip he has on my sanity? I swear to God that if that man asks me to jump, I’d ask how high. I’ll damn all consequences for him.
I picture him right here with me, trailing his hot and eager mouth do
