11
BLAINE
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my d**k hard and my thoughts on Lily. Even though I’d sounded like a moron when we’d had lunch together, she’d still asked for my number. She wanted to get to know me.
Was she blind?
Deaf?
Or did she see beyond my obvious insecurities and social shortcomings?
Grey had, and I’d learned to relax around him, to be comfortable in my own skin when with him. Could I reach that place with her? Given enough time, I supposed I could. I grabbed my cell off the table beside my bed and pulled up her name.
Coffee girl.
Even knowing her true identity, I couldn’t help but grin. Lily would always be associated with coffee and sweet blueberry muffins in my head. Add in the memory of the subtle scent of vanilla that hovered around her, and saliva st
