“Are you okay?” Elliot asked me while we were eating dinner.
It’s been two days since Porter left for Paris and a night after we did that deed on Facetime. I am still flushed and in disbelief that I was able to do that…with him. Never had I imagined myself touching myself…there.
But hell! Whatever Porter says seems to be the law that I need to follow because I could not do anything but to oblige. A part of me wants to disagree but every time I hear his raspy voice, I lose all my sanity. I lose all of my principles.
“Grace!”
I looked at my cousin, Elliot, startled, because I was spacing out. He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Are you sick?” he asked.
I shook my head and smiled weakly. “I am just thinking…”
He raised his brow. “About what?”
I shrugged. “Things.”
There’s no way I am
