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With all the aches from yesterday's accident, this is one I can actually do something about. I spread my legs and slip my fingers into my underwear. It’s shameful how wet I already am from only the scent of Luca. He’s not even here and he still owns my body in a way that I don’t want to acknowledge.
I close my eyes and think about his mouth between my thighs, then let out a small gasp as I recall it in detail. He’d been relentless and didn’t stop until I begged him to. The pleasure was intense but even more so when he thrust his cock inside of me. My other hand pinches my nipple and then plucks at it as I think about him entering me for the first time. That tiny bite of pain I felt as he’d taken my virginity was worth it. He rutted inside me and claimed it for himself, and god how the sight of him made it wetter.
My fingers move fast over my clit, but it's nothing compared to Luca’s mouth. Right now, this is all I’ve got, and I need to get off. My breathing picks up as I climb closer to my orgasm, but it’s still too far away. I rub and rub as frustration sets in, and I grit my teeth.
“Damn you, Luca,” I say as my fingers cramp and I give up. I jerk my hand out of my panties and sit up in his stupid bed.
I’m even wearing his dumb shirt to sleep in, and I roll my eyes at myself.
With disappointment I pull myself from the bed and go into the bathroom to clean up. I’ve got to get the heck out of here. I need space if I’m going to put all this crap behind me, but I didn’t have much of a choice yesterday. It was either stay here last night with Cooper and Juno so they could wake me up every hour, or they’d call my brother. I didn’t sleep well at all, but I guess that’s the point after a possible concussion.
My body aches all over, but it’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be. The ache in my chest and between my thighs is worse, but no painkillers are going to do anything about that.
I still only have my bridesmaid dress since my car got taken away, so I walk over to Luca’s dresser in search of something to wear. I open the first drawer and find what I need, but I still keep peeking around, not feeling the least bit guilty about it. There’s not much here, and I wonder how this is his home. There’s nothing here besides his clothes and the lingering scent of him. I hate how my body reacts to it once again, and I shove the drawer closed in irritation.
“Selma.” Juno says my name before she knocks on the door to the bedroom. I walk over and open it, and she’s standing there with a bright smile. “You look better today.”
“So I looked terrible yesterday?” I pretend to be offended.
“Maybe a little bit,” she teases me right back. “Cooper is making a late breakfast, and I thought you might need these.” She holds up a pair of yoga pants. “But I guess you already found something to wear.”
“I stole some boxers.” She’d given me the shirt last night, so she probably doesn’t care.
“Never thought I’d see the day Luca has a girl in his room wearing his clothes.” She laughs it off easily, but meanwhile my stomach tightens. What does that even mean?
“Because he doesn't sleep with locals?” I ask, unable to help myself.
I’m not sure what information I’m fishing for here. He pretty much told me that the other night, but I’d still like to hear it from someone else. What the hell would you even call what we did? This is way worse than sleeping with someone from your town. I really need to let this go because I’m going in circles. What’s done is done, I remind myself, and there’s no going back.
“I never see him with anyone.” She shrugs. “Come eat. You need it with those painkillers.”
I have a feeling I’ll have to eat if I want to get out of here. “Okay,” I agree, following her down the stairs.
I’m not sure if her answer to my question is good or bad. On one hand it’s good because he doesn't bring a line of women in and out of his house, but on the other hand it also shows he’s never had a serious relationship. As if I have room to talk on that one. I’ve stayed clear of dating my whole life, but look where it’s landed me.
Cooper is standing at the stove as I enter the kitchen. “How are you feeling?” he asks.
