Flora’s P.O.V
“Come over at my place for lunch. Tomorrow @ noon.”
I had received the text as soon as I had returned home last night and I still couldn’t believe my eyes.
I don’t know if it was the surge of jealousy I had felt when I had seen him ogled by hundreds of hungry female eyes or because I could no longer deny the physical attraction between us, but I think I was going to do it.
I was ready to sleep with Clay.
Even thinking about it made my cheeks flare up, but was there really a point in waiting any longer? It felt like I was stringing him along otherwise. Yes, I couldn’t help but think about all the negative things that could come out of this union and yes, I was hella nervous about disappointing everyone, but…Clay wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.
So why not give i
