AUTHOR'S NOTE: Warning: RAFE RAILS GRAYLIN IN THIS CHAPTER âš ï¸ðŸš¨âš ï¸ðŸš¨âš ï¸ðŸš¨ðŸ˜ˆðŸ¥µ (and yes, it's legal for a 17 and 19 year old to bonk parts in N.C. I checked)
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ð˜›ð˜ð˜Œ ð˜žð˜ˆð˜›ð˜Œð˜™ ð˜›ð˜ð˜ˆð˜› rained down on Graylin as she stood under her shower wasn't the only thing insisting its hot temperature that night. She was hot. And bothered- as per insistence of her hormones. Maybe what she needed was a cold shower, but no part of her wanted to calm her hormones down when she'd never felt as turned on in her life.
She had a feeling that Rafe sleeping down the hall from her was the cause of her arousal. It was sort of embarrassing- but only if he knew. Graylin found great comfort in the fact that she was alone. It allowed her to confidently move her hands down her naked body, following the path of the water droplets that fell from the shower head. She was alone, but she had her imagination.
She imagined Rafe standing behind her. He would sweep her wet hair aside and onto one shoulder before pressing his lips to the nape of her neck. Graylin felt shivers run down her spine as she backed up against one of the walls of the shower, imagining it as Rafe. She then moved her hands back up her body, ever-so-slightly skimming her hipbones with her nails before crossing her arms when she reached her chest. Her hands were nowhere near as large as Rafe's but she still moaned out loud as she squeezed her tits, imagining that it was his touch massaging them.
