TALIA
The day after my date, I woke up to my alarm shaking me out of the dead of sleep. After I'd gotten it shut off, I rolled over, feeling uncomfortably overheated, and threw the covers off me. The cold air felt like heaven against my damp, flushed skin.
God, I was horny.
And then I knew—I’d gone into heat again. Once again, my skin was sensitive to every touch. As I slid my hands along my legs and stomach, I couldn't help but let out a desperate groan. I ached with so much need to be touched, caressed, and filled.
What a pity that I hadn’t invited Tom over after dinner. He could have been lying in bed next to me right now, relieving the desperate, swollen throb between my legs. I’d made a huge mistake acting so virtuous when that didn’t serve me at all.
I began recalling my dream. Just like last time, it’d been so vivid. I recollected all the details of Alex’s amazing body. God, why had I ever wanted to reject him? He was so ripped, and the way he kissed me, so passionately, so
