#Chapter 22: Text Dirty To Me

Ollie’s POV Alone that night, as I rested in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about Hugh’s hands on me. The sensation, though jarringly rough, hadn’t been totally unpleasant, but it was the much softer touches that stayed with me now, memories of the night we spent together. I toss and turn in the bed, trying to put the memories and the growing feeling of warmth that comes with them from my mind, but the harder I try to push them away, the more intense they become. I gave Hugh my virginity, and he’d gently taken it. Making sure I was comfortable and prepared before slowly moving inside of me. Now that I have crossed that barrier, I imagine that during sex in the future, I will feel nothing but pleasure without any ounce of pain again. My body heats, and my skin itches for his soft touches once more. The desire swelling low in my belly almost has me reaching for my burner phone where it’s charging beside my normal phone on the nightstand, but I stop myself. I will not call for h