22. Miss Him

Nina

I wake up, horny as hell.

Again.

This isn’t normal. This can’t be normal. I flip over in bed, kicking the sheets off in frustration, but it only makes it worse. The cool air hits my skin, and my nipples harden instantly. My mind flashes to Elijah—his hands, his mouth, the way he kissed me like he owned me all those years ago.

No. No, no, no. I groan, pressing my thighs together, trying to fight off the rising heat between them. This isn’t fair. Jaxon’s still in my heart, and I’m here thinking about a kiss from a decade ago like it was yesterday.

I give up the fight. My hand slips down, finding that spot that’s been throbbing all morning. I close my eyes, and despite myself, my brain conjures up images of Jaxon—his strong hands, the roughness of his voice when he says my name, the way his eyes darken when he looks at me now. It’s wrong, but I’m already too far gone. My fingers move faster, my breath catching as I tip over the edge.

For a moment, the tension eases, but the guilt se