Get the wine from
the fridge, because boy are you going to need it.
Gently she
opened the door. The cottage seemed bizarrely quiet as she crept down the
stairs. Sighing in relief that nobody was there, she headed for the living
room. Finding her shoes and bag where she had left them, she was about to turn
and walk away when she saw Paul’s abandoned shirt on the back of the couch.
Sadie picked up the shirt, instantly smelling her perfume mingled with Paul’s
aftershave. She swallowed hard. Her cheeks burning, she dropped the shirt like
a red-hot poker. It was covered in lipstick. Her lipstick.
And then
she remembered.
As if
someone had pressed a play button in her head, she found herself reliving last
night. The touch of Paul’s hands on her naked body; the taste and smell of him
all seemed more real now than it did last night in her drunken brandy haze. It
had been hot, intense, but this was heavy stuff—last night she’d had the best
sex ever. The best sex ever with my sister’s, best friend’s ex. Not even
minding his declaration of, “This is so wrong,” as she slid up his naked body
after doing that thing with her tongue that had driven him insane. She held no
regrets, knowing that when she said, “Want me to do it again?” he had pushed
her back down.
BUY TANGLED
WEB of LOVE – BY JOANNE RAWSON
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