had ever heard, “I’d like to eat you from behind.”
Chapter 13
June
Holy dirty talk alert. June blushed at what she’d just said. She wasn’t one
for giving orders or being bossy, and she certainly had never really done
much dirty talking before. Maybe it really wasn’t even that dirty, but it still
surprised her, how easily she voiced what she wanted to do. Was it really
that racy when she was standing half naked in someone else’s kitchen and
she wished wholeheartedly that she was fully naked in their bedroom?
Relax. Take a breath.
She was excited. So turned on that her body felt like she’d just taken a
few shots of her dad’s scotch, which he very much liked, and she very much
didn’t, but she did agree with him that it would get the blood flowing on a
cold night. It was bracing, that scotch, and after a single shot, she could
always feel the buzz.
She wasn’t just buzzed. She felt like an entirely new being. She’d dated
people before. She’d had partners before, but this feeling was a first. She
felt- curiously new. Like she was starting over, and not just because she and
Arabella had a past. This was fresh. Something they’d created together that
was perfect and exciting, a story just being written, those first few words
flowing onto a pristine white page.
June realized she was rapidly falling into that area that was above all
gray, where the ability to use reason and logic became skewed and emotion
took over. She liked logic. She liked being rational. She liked thinking
about things quite thoroughly before she acted. But not this. Or maybe
she’d thought about this too much, which was why she didn’t need to think
about it now.
“June?” Arabella was standing a few feet away. Her hand rested on the
countertop, her eyes big and blue and shiny with unasked questions. Are
you coming? Did you change your mind? Do you not want this anymore?