I took out my phone and quickly checked the time—it was past 12 a.m. He probably sneaked out when Elena was deep in her sleep. What a jerk, I muttered, my fingers brushing softly against my wet pussy, the heat of it making my skin tingle even in the cool night air. I could still feel his scent clinging to me—dark, expensive, intoxicating—and a little guilty smile crossed my cheek. I had done it. I had resisted him. My body had been bare, touching his, and yet I had pulled back.
I felt… powerful. But then—did I really?
What if he hadn't stepped back when I asked him to stop? Would I have been able to hold myself?
Brrrr,
I shook my head, shivering at the thought. "You all should leave me alone," I screamed at my twisted thoughts.
Then, for some reason, my mind jumped to Aaron. He was probably asleep by now,
