Chapter Twenty-Four
Madison
After Graham and Allie left, I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling above me. With the small night-light in the corner, I could just make out the knots in the wood. I counted them again and again, trying to determine if they formed anything resembling a constellation.
It didn’t help derail my train of thought. I couldn’t stop thinking about the look in Graham’s eyes in the kitchen—that dark flicker of desire that sent fiery heat sliding through my veins. Without thinking, I was slipping my hand over my belly and dipping my fingers between my thighs to find myself slick with need for him.
After I brought myself to a quick o****m, I felt unsatisfied. I knew just how much better it was with him.
I didn’t see Graham for a few days—not at the coffee
