C8 The tea hormones

Brielle

My hormones are raging, my skin tingles where his thumb traced over my face and lower lip, I feel like squirming with a needy, achy affliction and I don't understand this reaction.

Hmm... Desire. This is desire, this is what it feels like.

I scramble out of his bed frantically searching for my jeans, he emerges from the bathroom wet and glistening from the shower