But I can’t. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. Mature sex “Did I hit you too hard?” he asks, concerned. My hands go back to hang on to the desk as hard as I can. It makes me smile. I close my eyes tighter, opening my mouth. “I’m fine,” I whisper, no longer feeling as dizzy as I was before. Brooke carefully caresses my hair, as though applying too much pressure will break me. Patrick stood there, with his hand raised as if to press something—probably the doorbell. My hormones start to fire up. He already knew how much I like it when he does those things to me: the light touching, the slow kissing, the soft whispers…
