8: The tea hormones

Chapter 8: The tea hormones

Brielle

My hormones are raging, my skin tingles where his thumb traced over my face and lower lip, I feel like squirming with a needy, achy affliction, and I don't understand this reaction.

Hmm... Desire. This is desire, and this is what it feels like.

I scramble out of his bed, frantically searching for my jeans, he emerges from the bathroom wet and glistening from the shower, still unshaven with just a towel around his waist, and there am I.

"If you're looking for your jeans, I've sent them to the laundry, "His gaze is dark. "They were splashed with your vomit."

"Oh." I flush scarlet. Why, oh why does he always catch me on the back foot?

"I sent my helper out for another pair and some shoes, and they're in the bag on the chair.