“Can I have a good morning kiss?” I ask tentatively.
The smile falls right off her face, and she puts her coffee down purposefully on the counter before meeting my eyes again.
Oh, shit. I feel like I’m in deep trouble. But all I can think about is how fucking beautiful she is.
A ray of sun angling from the kitchen window casts soft light across her head and shoulders, making her skin glow. The purple streaks in her hair shine with vibrant intensity, and the pale gray of her eyes looks studded by falling snowflakes.
“Kit,” she says, “what happened last night was just a bit of drunk sex. I got carried away.”
“What?” I mutter, still staring at her as if she’s a goddess who just turned me to stone.
“I realize it might be confusing for you, and I’m sorry, but it was just the heat of the moment,” she continues. “It doesn’t mean that we’re… together.”
“Oh,” I answer, trying to absorb her words. My brain still feels shattered from the night before, and I’m wondering how she can be acting so normal after I’ve just had a mind-altering experience.
Oh…
Guilt floods through me, my first clear emotion of the day. I look at the floor quickly, and I hear Lexa pick up her coffee and take a sip.
“I’ll throw together some breakfast,” she says casually. “You might want to go and get cleaned up?”
I suddenly realize I’ve been standing there totally buck-ass naked this whole time while Lexa is fully dressed for the day, as well as looking fresh and completely clear-headed.
I feel fucking ridiculous.
“Sure, yeah,” I mumble. “That sounds good.”
I turn and walk down the hall, heading for the bathroom. The shock of her words is still sinking in, and I don’t know how to take this news.
She’s not the simple girl I knew before. There’s so much more to the story than what I know.
My brain bends under the weight of my thoughts, and I shake it off. First, coffee and hangover remedies, then try to face the day, and then rewrite my future.
Again.
Chapter 17 - Lexa
I have never felt so powerful.
While I make coffee and try to ignore Kit looking absolutely delicious as he stands naked in the kitchen, I try to pretend last night’s events were just a very vivid dream.
A bit difficult to do that while he’s standing there with everything on display.
Seeing him naked was enough of a tease before this happened. Now that I’ve had more direct experience with his body, my hunger has intensified. And being more mature, I have an appetite my younger self couldn’t have even imagined.
Even though I see Kit’s face crumple at my words, I turn away as if I didn’t notice—or just don’t care. I don’t want to explain myself to him, and in a way, I don’t even think I should have to.
I sit down at the table to scroll through my phone while he goes to get dressed. I can’t focus on anything. My mind is spinning relentlessly between,I shouldn’t have done thatandFuck, I want to do it again!
It’s dangerous and self-destructive, but I let my mind drift back to last night. We had such a good night together, and seeing him loosen up and enjoy himself on the rough side of West End deepened my attraction to him.
There’s nothing hotter than a good boy getting dirty.
“Oh,” a gasp slips from my lips, forced through my chest by a wave of heat that rushes through my belly, making my pussy throb so hard, I have to press my thighs together.
The feeling of having him pinned under me and being in complete, total control, owning him, taking him the same way he took me…
I drop my phone and put my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. I didn’t even know myself last night, and that was the only way I was able to let go the way I did.
