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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?