“Layla,” he groans.
“That was…” I trial off, my face burning hot as what I just did really and truly starts to sink in. “Mason, that was…”
“That was whatever we want it to be.” His eyes hold mine, and he grins. “Goodnight, Layla,” he growls. “See you tomorrow.”
His light clicks off, and I find myself grinning like an idiot before I pull away from the glass. I drop the blinds and stagger over to my tub to run the water. Slowly, I sink into it up to my nostrils, my entire body still shivering and my pulse racing.
I don’t know what sort of horny crazy just took over there, but that was insane. And wild, and so so good. That was hot as fuck, and I know I should be mortified at what I just did, but I’m not.
…I’m buzzing. Buzzing, tingling, and aching for more.
God help me.