Beau flips open the book. “How about I read you a chapter? That should take your mind off of things.”
My cheeks burn, and it has nothing to do with any remnant fever. “I don’t think that –”
“You can get off if you want. I won’t judge.”
“I will not!” I cover my face with my hands.
Beau shrugs. “An orgasm is a perfectly ordinary bodily function. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
It’s not that Beau is unattractive. He is, and he has that devilish sort of smile that so easily makes the girls trip and fall into his bed. But I’m not going to be one of them.
And even if he means this situation in an entirely platonic nature, which, knowing him, is likely, I’m still way too hung up and heartbroken over Neil to even think about getting off.
My heart is heavy, and my body still kind of feels li
