Chapter Five
Maisie
Don’t think about list
Don’t think about Beck Don’t think about how good it felt to kiss Beck Don’t think about how amazing his body felt against me Don’t think about how it seemed like he wanted me Don’t think about his hard c**k Don’t think about the way he cupped my breast and made my n*****s so tight they hurt
Oh hell. Listing about all the things I wasn’t supposed to think about wasn’t helping. At all. I could feel the slick heat between my thighs, and my n*****s were tight and aching all over again. I was upstairs in my bedroom—the one and only bedroom I’d ever had that I really loved. The furnishings left behind by Gram had simple, clean lines. The queen size bed was built into the wall and low to the floor. Built in bookshelves ran along either side. All of
