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Can you even imagine such a scenario?
A thick shiver slides through me at the thought.
“Are you sure? Because that’s not the way it looked to me.”
“One hundred percent.” I wave toward the scene of the crime, otherwise known as my bedroom. “We were studying, and one thing led to another.”
She snorts out a disbelieving laugh. “Is that your story?”
Unable to sit still, I pop to my feet and pace the length of the couch. Juliette’s gaze tracks every movement. “Yup. What you saw was nothing more than a lapse in judgement.”
“All right, if you say so.”
I spin around to face her, relieved that she isn’t going to fight me on this. “I do.”
“So…what would have happened if I hadn’t barged in and interrupted?”
I can only stare as the casually-thrown-out question spins through my head like a top.
It’s one I’m afraid to answer.
Especially when memories of the way he was able to rile me up so easily flood my brain.
But I can’t tell her that.
Are you kidding me?
Of course I can’t.
Barely am I able to admit it to myself.
“Nothing.”
That’s not what the voice at the back of my head is whispering.
All I can say is that the stupid, horny voice needs to shut the hell up.
“I need to get laid.” My brows draw together as I mentally calculate how long it’s been. When an answer doesn’t immediately come to mind, I force out a laugh before dropping down onto the chair. “It’s obviously been a while if I allowed Ford to lay his hands on me.”
Except…it had felt so damn good.
Both times.
Do you ever think about what it would feel like to have me buried deep inside your pussy?
His question pops into my brain before circling around it viciously.
In a moment of weakness, I admitted the truth. I do think about what it would be like to have Ford buried inside my body. But there’s no way I’d allow it to actually happen.
That would be the surest way to cause problems with Crawford. He’s one of the most important people in my life and sleeping with his son would only complicate our relationship. It’s bad enough that I have to worry about Mom fucking up the works at every turn.
That woman is a wildcard I have zero control over.
Now that rational thought has once again prevailed, the path forward seems perfectly clear. I need to keep my distance from Ford. It’s not like I haven’t been doing it for years. It was almost to the point where I could lock him in the back of my brain and forget about him completely.
For some unknown reason, that’s no longer possible.
“Carina?”
