CHAPTER 8
JOSIE
I can’t ignore the way my whole body feels all tingly when Sanne looks at me. The way she touched me before… I don’t know any other way to describe it than passion, not just lust, but passion, a warmer type of lust.
I thought those kind of situations only ever happened in romance novels, the main character being swept off her feet by a kiss, disoriented by a few touches… If someone would have told me that this would happen to me, I would never have believed them. But now… Now I believe.
Sanne has a much easier time to get to the beach now that she’s wearing actual boots instead of the heeled ones she was wearing before.
The moon casts everything in a blue glow, and even though it’s no longer full, it’s still bright enough for us to look around, to see the trees against
