Page 27 of Thirst Trap
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Holy hell, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Neither of us says anything for a minute, both just lying back on our beds, looking at each other on our phones. Did that just happen? Did I just have FaceTime sex?
I don’t know what this man is doing to me. All I know is that I want more of it.
“That was unexpected,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
“That it was, sweetness,” he says, his eyes fluttering shut. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
I laugh, feeling the exhaustion hit me as well. “How about we wait until we can do it for real?”
This earns me a smile. “Ten days.”
I’m counting the minutes already.
