#Chapter 51 Pancakes
Stupid. Crazy. Strange. Horrible. I’d been trying to get my body to agree with these thoughts, for a few minutes since Grace knocked, but I was having no luck.
I didn’t like sex, yet I was having a sexy dream? The water pouring over my head was warm and doing nothing to calm me down. I wished it was nausea. I was familiar with that. I understood being nauseous after the mention of anything sexual, but it wasn’t.
The hot, uncomfortable need was still there. The dream and the ride back to the hotel from the party were still running through my mind.
Anger was bubbling up as I scrubbed myself clean from the night before and the sticky remnants of the dream.
Alyssa was quiet for a change.
Nothing to say? I growled, my frustration turning my mood angry. I’m surprised.
I don’t need to tell you what you already know.
