His body blew my mind. The edges and bumps of his lean muscles. The hardness. It was so different to Orla, but I’d told her nothing but the truth about the magic of her soft curves and that dirty laugh I wanted to IV into my fuckin’ veins. About Nash’s rough, masculine jaw and his harsher touch. I was here for all of it. I was made for it, and whether Nash’s demons accepted it or not, so was he. His kiss grew bolder. Hotter.
