“No. I don’t want you to leave.” I pull out of his grasp before I get too comfortable and one of my parents walk in and begin asking questions. “I want this to be… easier.” His hands are still on me but now he’s slowly dragging them down my arms before gripping my wrists. He squeezes them gently before dragging his thumb over them and letting them go and just that innocent touch has me affected.

I want him. My mind finally speaks what my body has been saying since I saw him yesterday. But I can’t have him.

“Whitney.” His voice is low and has a direct line of communication to the space between my legs. Memories of him calling me a good girl in that same voice while I rode him comes flooding back and I suddenly feel an overwhelming need to come. Like now.

Fuck. He STILL has that power?

I remember him telling me that he was going to condition me to need an orgasm with just the sound of his voice. It didn’t matter what he said, but the tone he used. A sexy low almost growl that apparently still speaks to the most primal urges in me.

I back away slowly and grab my plate wanting to run from him and this space that’s suddenly way too small for the both of us to inhabit. Just avoid being alone with him. Stay with your parents. Nothing will happen if I stay around them.

Or better yet, why am I not going home? My subconscious snaps snarkily. I ignore it, because I’m not ready to answer that question.

It isn’t until a few hours later, during a study break prolonged by more mimosas and a shot of tequila when the universe decides to test me once and for all.

“Hey hey!” I hear a voice called from the entrance to my house. It’s not Chloe, she was still indisposed with Trey even after I all but begged her to come over and run interference and it doesn’t sound like anyone that would walk into my house unannounced. Which actually could be a lot of people, my parents were not familiar with boundaries and wanted everyone to feel like family. But seriously, who the fuck is that?

My eyes widen to the size of saucers I’m sure when I see the recently divorced Georgina Martin, from down the street holding a bottle of champagne and what looks like fucking cookies!? My parents are so fucking obvious it’s insane and the look on JP’s face means he knows what this is as well.