Chapter 57

• SENNA
• The alcohol was starting to clear, and things became less fuzzy. We were standing on the porch, close to the door and visible to the eyes of anyone who stepped out of the door or came from the staircase. But I was too horny to care.
• Balia's soft skin against my fingers had to be the best feeling ever. The way her body moved against me as she tried to control herself. My nose grazed the skin of her neck, taking in the soft scent of vanilla, oranges and strawberries.