chapter eighteen
CHARLIE
I press my fingers to my lips, recalling Trey’s expert caress last night.
The temperature hikes up about five hundred degrees just thinking about it.
To say he kissed the socks off me is putting it lightly. I don’t think I’ve ever been so affected by a kiss in my life.
In his own gentle way, Trey Johnson branded me and I’m not sure if I can ever recover from it.
The look in his eyes when our lips met, the possessive yet tender way he held my waist… ugh… I’m changed for life.
I glance at the time on my phone. It’s ten o’clock. I’m bathed, fully dressed, and waiting for him to call.
I pace away from my phone and then back again. I want to hear his voice, but I don’t know what to say.
Obviously, the friends-with-no-benefits agreement is over. I don’t think an
