"There's nothing innocent about the way I want you;
you fill me with a wild, wanton, and insatiable desire.
-T.S
Grace Roberts' PoV:
"I didn't know you were a bathroom singer." I was greeted by an interrogating Remi when I stepped out of the bathroom.
Trying to avert my gaze I walked ahead, ready to bury my face in a pillow out of embarrassment.
She can't know, that I was pleasuring myself thinking about him.
"I am not," I mumbled, wrapping my bathrobe tightly around me.
When Remi didn't say anything, I turned around to find her staring at me.
"What?" I snapped.
Slowly a smile crept on her lips and she narrowed her eyes, excitement lurking in it.
Uh oh. It's too late for planning to keep her unaware.
"It's him right? The Dominic Valdez?" She giggled while eyeing me suspiciou
