Nina
I wake up, horny as hell.
Again.
This isn’t normal. This can’t be normal. I flip over in bed, kicking the sheets off in frustration, but it only makes it worse. The cool air hits my skin, and my n*****s harden instantly. My mind flashes to Elijah—his hands, his mouth, the way he kissed me like he owned me all those years ago.
No. No, no, no. I groan, pressing my thighs together, trying to fight off the rising heat between them. This isn’t fair. Jaxon’s still in my heart, and I’m here thinking about a kiss from a decade ago like it was yesterday.
I give up the fight. My hand slips down, finding that spot that’s been throbbing all morning. I close my eyes, and despite myself, my brain conjures up images of Jaxon—his strong hands, the roughness of his voice when he says my name, the
