With a chuckle, I plunged into her and pulled her body tight against me. “Not really in a position to argue, are you sweetheart?”
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please…Wes?”
“That’s my girl.” Every angle felt different, every movement was pure torture and pleasure all wrapped up into one.
She never finished her coffee.
I never even made breakfast.
That was how we spent our morning.
We missed our flight to the Bahamas.
But I didn’t care. There were always flights. But moments? Moments with a girl like that? I knew they were one in a million and I was on a mission to capture them all. Each. And every. One.
Chapter Fourteen
The thing about memories? They store in your brain. You can go a lifetime thinking you’re totally fine and then boom, something triggers said memory and all of a sudden you’re in the fetal position. My memory had always been really good—something I hated about myself because right now, I really, really wanted to have amnesia. —Lisa
Lisa
“You can’t just tease and not follow through,” Taylor said. “Besides, I’m just taking what everyone else has already had the chance to sample.” His hands moved from my hips to my jeans, slowly undoing the zipper. “If you scream, I’ll just be that much more entertained.”
I woke up screaming.
And then, terrified that it was real and screaming would summon him, I slammed my hand over my mouth in order to muffle the sound of terror coming from my lips.
Reaching for my phone, I looked at the time—three am. I needed sleep if I had any hope of being awake for classes the next day. Today, I corrected mysel