Anita’s POV
Hangover was a bad thing, at least not when it had you staring at the window for an hour with my belly on the bed in hopes that the twirly bubbling feeling died down a lot sooner. What was I thinking when I drank this much?
If I must justify myself, I would say I wanted to know what it felt like, but no, I wanted to calm my raging thighs and the desire to consummate our bond. I had talked way too much, way out of turn, and now I had landed deals with the devil.
I was going on a deserted island with him; he could do away with my body, and worst of all, we kissed. No, I kissed him. The thought all came back to me, and I found myself groaning in regret.
What was I going to do? I had no idea how to get out of this mess. Still stuck on my bed, the door opened, and my heart skipp
