Jen

“The way his lips felt. The unforgiving chill of the linoleum under my knees. The weight of him on my tongue. The taste of him in my mouth. All of him. He looked like a god staring down at me, his face transformed by pleasure. The high I got from that moment was unreal. Being on my knees for the Shooter Graham. He was the star of the whole night, and he chose me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wake up the next morning wondering if it was all a fever dream.”
― Ashley James, Eight Seconds to Ride