FIORELLA’S POV
Rhys didn’t respond.
Again.
His eyes moved down my body, and I followed his gaze to see I was straddling him in nothing but my bra and my underwear.
Warmth crept up my face. “You pervert.”
“I’m not the one half-naked and trying to r**e her ex-boyfriend,” he said defensively.
His eyes were everywhere on my body except my face.
“If you wanted to hump on me like you used to,” he said, “all you had to do was ask. Even though I’d say no.”
My cheeks flushed as the memories came rushing back.
Long before I was comfortable enough to sleep with him, I had been perfectly content curled up in his lap, stealing kisses and rubbing against him until neither of us could think straight.
The memory hit me so unexpectedly that I almost forgot it was a different person lying ben
