Intermission: The message.

Mila screamed her embarrassment into her pillow, laying on her stomach and kicking her bed over and over. Her face burned so hot it could’ve been oozing smoke for all she knew.

She’d said that! She’d really said that! She had sent Oliver a picture of her tits AND told him she wanted to lick his chest. Why!? Why did talking to him make her want to get all bold and dirty? Why was it so fun and exciting!?

“Ugh! Please don’t let him think I’m a freak! Please, please, pleeeeease!”

She did want to lick his chest, though! And it was very likely that she would.

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With shaking hands, Mila grabbed her phone again and searched for love hotels around town. Just in case things went a certain way tomorrow. Who knew what could happen, right?

After committing a few names and addresses to memory (the memory of her phone, really), she dared to look at Oliver’s picture again.

Her cheeks heated up again and she started giggling. He was so hot and cute!

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