IT’S ALMOST TEN IN the morning when I wake up, and for a while I’m almost sure last night was a dream. Austin’s window is still closed, downstairs is cleaned up, and there’s nothing that gives me evidence of last night. Until I find the pizza bill lounging under the coffee table, and for the first time, a piece of paper makes me laugh out loud. So, it wasn’t a dream after all. Austin in my lap, giving me something way better than doe eyes, grinding on my thigh, that was all real. It’s more than I hoped for when I invited her over last night. If I had made a bet against her reaction to me, I would have lost it all. For once, I don’t mind being proven wrong. Not when it comes to her wanting me like that.
The simple reminder of her lustful eyes makes me groan out loud. I want her. It’s wrong
