Page 75 of Torrid Passion
“I did,” I repeat.
I intended on sharing the highlights, but that's not what happens. It's verbal diarrhea. It’s like I can’t hold back. I spill my guts like a whore at confession.
“It was a core-shaking, mind-blowing, toe-curling night that will leave my entire body humming long after I land in New York later tonight. I’m pretty sure my body will be singing,‘Hallelujah’Pentatonix style, all week.”
They both laugh.
“I’ll still feel it when I’m back in LA next week,” I say. “I succumbed to Loki’s sexual dominance last night and as God is my witness, it was sinful,” I conclude.
“Holy-I-can’t-believe-my-ears,” Hayden says.
“Madre de Dios,” Stella says.
Spanishtelenovelasare Stella’s new addiction. Thank God for subtitles.
There’s a long stretch of silence between us.
I’m still reliving my night.
I suspect my cousins are processing the deluge of information I just shared.
“Slut?” Hayden says suddenly.
“Dirty reverse cowgirl?” It’s Stella’s turn to clue in.
“Big Stallion!” they both shout.
I let out a long sigh. “Yes. Yes. And yes. Lochlan Berkshire rocked my world and ruined it for all other men.”
“Something doesn’t make sense,” Hayden says.
“What?” I ask.
“If it was better than seeing God and you were dancing with angels, why did you run away?” Leave it to Hayden to ask the tough questions.
“Loki, the fantasy, I could handle. Loki, the Adonis who fucked me ten ways to Sunday, I can’t,” I explain.
“That’s your excuse?” Hayden pins me with a critical stare.
“It was too much,” I say in my defense.
“But, you just said it was amazing––”
“Unequivocally,” I interrupt Stella.
“In that case, it must’ve been amazing for him as well,” Stella points out.
“He didn’t enjoy it?” Hayden cuts in.
“Men say things in the throes of passion…” I let my words trail.
“Loki comes across as a straight shooter,” Hayden notes.
I let out a long sigh. “I woke up this morning with this dread weighing on me, as heavy as an African elephant. It felt like I was a breath away from a major disappointment. The notorious bad boy would wake up as Naughty Loki––the Hollywood heartthrob who has women falling at his feet.”
“Yeah, Naughty Loki does have a reputation,” Hayden nods. She reaches out and takes my hand in hers. “At least you had your one night. It’s no longer a fantasy. It’s a memory now.”
“Yeah,” I concede.
Something familiar pulled at my heart.
I want more than just one memory.
