Lily
Groaning at my own mind, losing and betraying me in my sleep, I glared up at the ceiling wide awake.
Last night all I did was toss and turn on the bed but when I finally slept. All I could dream about was tattooed hands running up my thighs, dark eyes peering up at me and a lushful mouth whispering down my ears.
And when I jerk away in the morning light, I was covered in a sheen of sweat. While my things clenched together, throbbing and soaked with my own wetness.
“You do understand that you are in a FAKE relationship with him and TRICKING him the whole time.” I snarl talking to myself, emphasising the words fake and tricking that my mind should note. But choose not to give a fuck about.
Leaving the bed I headed for a cold shower again. Stupid hormones, it doesn't seem to care that he is a dangerous man. Who might or might not be gonna kill us after knowing the truth.
“But he is hot.” A voice from the back of my mind said, which I threw back where it came from. Bastard.
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