Drowning in Love
I gave in completely, reckless under his teasing, drowning in the pleasure we shared.
Right at the peak, I saw Travis’s face up close.
I jolted awake, heart hammering, drenched in cold sweat. My legs felt weak. I wanted to go downstairs and pour a drink just to steady myself.
Then I heard a few careless jeers from the living room.
“Some men want it so bad they’re going crazy, but because they’re afraid of scaring the woman they love, they play the saint.” One of Travis’s friends lounged on the sofa with a whiskey glass in hand, his voice lazy and dripping with mockery. “Not naming names.”