“Like you want me to bend you over that log and fuck your brains out.” Oh, moon maidens. Don’t picture him railing you like a woodland nymph, Saige. Stay strong. “Fine,” I acquiesced and lifted my chin, my little pep talk helping me regain my wits. “Help me get this gown on because the longer I’m standing here naked, pressed against you, the more I want to feel you inside of me.” Shit! That’s not what I wanted to say. Filthy, filthy witch demon. That’s what I am.
