Chapter 13

Wilder

I'm in complete shambles when I get home, shaking as I'm thoughtlessly removing my clothes in the shower. I forgot to take them off before entering the stream, and now hot water is pouring over me, raining over my shoulders yet doing nothing to remove the tingles, the remembrance of Daria's lips on my skin.

My heart is beating like I've spent the entire day at the gym when, in reality, all it took to set my body on fire was a woman.

I change the temperature to cold, hissing with my eyes closed as the streams hit my flushed cheeks.

"Daria Withers..." Her mere name on my tongue wrecks me and sends me down memory lane.

I'm assaulted by flashing images of Daria's emerald eyes, creamy skin, and perfect, pink nipples standing on full mast against my tongue. My knees buckle, and I'm forced to stretch out an arm and lean against the tiles not to tipple over. I'm already wrapped around that woman's finger, and she probably doesn't even realize it yet