My brief evening with Jared Preston and a long kiss after convinced me to stay for the proffered nightcap.
I slept at his place. Slept and that was it. He'd had the audacity to put me in the guest room which I thoroughly dismissed. We were together - I wanted to be together.
"Not tonight, I want to do right by you." He'd whispered pressing a tight lipped kiss to my cheek and retucking me under the sheets.
And when he said it like that - like he was a good person, just doing the right thing. It made me feel like scum for wanting more. Absolute crap for wanting to beg him to ravage me. I wanted him to push everything off the countertop and bend me over it.
I bit down on the feelings.
I pretended to be his counterpart. The good girl, a level-headed young woman that kept her legs together
