Taylor
By the time I got dressed and found the courage to head downstairs, I was an emotional mess. I was trying to find something presentable with the clothes his sister had abandoned, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Tatum. Never in my life had anyone ever gotten me as flustered as he had.
I felt like a hormonal teenager eager to get herself off at the first man willing to take a second look at her, and it was incredibly disturbing. How was I supposed to stay focused if the smell of him made my thighs press together with anticipation.
Get yourself together. What the f**k is wrong with you?!
The constant mental reprimands were a little much, but it was the only thing I knew to do to keep myself sane in the moment.
Maybe it was from when I fed off him.
Maybe whatever he was, was ma
