Page 93 of Dead Pretty

But truth be told … I want him here.

And it’s not just the sex. Although that is awesome.

It’s having him here. Talking to him. Listening to him talk to me. Having that physical closeness with another human being.

Just to have one night when I’m not alone and afraid.

And being with Jack, it’s so much more than I imagined it could be.

It has been so long since I had anything near to what I’ve had tonight.

Well, honestly, I have never had anything like what I have just experienced with Jack.

To say the sex was phenomenal would be a severe understatement.

The man’s stamina is insane. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep up with him at one point. Thank God he mostly took the lead.

How the guy is currently single is shocking to me.

How his girlfriend managed to let him go is beyond me.

He’s gorgeous, and he screws like a porn star.

My girl parts are tingling just at the thought of the things he did to me. The things we did together.

The soreness between my legs is a constant reminder of having him there.

How can I feel as empty as I do without him here right now?

I actually miss him. He only went over to his apartment and will be back soon, and I’m lying here like a damn sap, missing him.

Which is pathetic.

But true.

I’m acting ridiculous.

God, get a grip, Audrey.

Scrubbing my hands over my face, I let out something between a laugh and a wistful sigh before I clamber out of bed.

Obviously, I still have my tank on. Which is damp from all the physical exertion Jack just put me through.

But my boobs are hanging out the top.

Classy.

Chuckling to myself, I pull my tank back up, covering the girls.

Jack seems to be a breast man. And an ass man. He also seems to like spending a considerable amount of time between my legs.

Not that I’m complaining. Never, ever would I complain about that.

I giggle again to myself.

Listen to me, giggling like a little schoolgirl. I need to sort myself out.

I grab a fresh tank top and a pair of pajama shorts out of my drawer. My back is to the bedroom door, and I know Jack’s not back yet because I would have heard the front door open, but even still, I glance over my shoulder, making sure I’m alone.