When I’ve made it to the porch, Dakota opens the screen door. My breath lodges in my chest as a surge of memories hit me. I hate this house and what it means. It means Aiden/Danny. Aiden/Danny with his hands all over me, my body warming in response. Letting him kiss me. Letting him into my bed. Letting my guard down only to have regretted it ever since. Your pussy is nice, but hers is nicer. Aiden’s voice echoes in my ears.
