~Harlow’s Point of View~
“You doin’ okay,” I hear, snapping me out of my daydream. I shake myself a bit and turn from my breakfast to look at Ginny.
“Just fine,” I manage to say, as I cross my legs with a sore reminder of just how “fine” I am.
All night I was more than fine with Luke Payne. Six orgasms fine, I think. Lost count.
“So? You heard much about anything? Dad won’t tell me squat,” she says, popping some grapes in her mouth.
I stare at her for a moment and try to think. Then it all hits me at once, and I’m knocked out of my post-orgasmic bubble.
“Good morning. It’s Ginny I believe is that right,” a male voice asks, making every hair on my body stand on edge. I turn to look across from at the table as Luke sits, dressed in fresh clothes with wet hair. I lick my lips and cro
