Reed
Because I can’t stop thinking about you, and the things I’d do to you.
Reed
And I’m trying really hard not to want something I shouldn’t want.
My hand flies up to my mouth, letting out a gasp. The last thing I need is for Brian to hear me.
Layla
Maybe we both want the same thing.
Oh God, oh God, oh Godddd.
Reed
Say it.
I stare at his words, my pussy throbbing, aching to be touched.
Layla
I want you, Reed. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.
My pulse rockets.
A notification comes through instantly.
Reed
Fuck, Layla.
Don’t say that, not right now.
Layla
Why not? It’s the truth.
I hit send and immediately regret how vulnerable it sounds, but it’s true.
Our kiss replays relentlessly. Every time I close my eyes, I see my fingers in his hair, the rough scrape of his mustache, and the way he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine and breathe me in like I was something worth memorizing.
Dots appear. Stay. Disappear. Appear again.
Reed
I shouldn’t have kissed you.
But I don’t fucking regret it.
Layla
Then why do you sound like you’re punishing yourself?
Reed
Because I am.
