Harlow sat rooted to the bed, her face burning red with embarrassment as Alanis's amused gaze lingered on her. How could she have lost control like that? How could she have plastered those all over him? Her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to compose herself. This couldn't be.
For all she knows everything Alanis had said could be fake. He might have been out with another girl and tried to accuse her of doing that to him. Harlow knew she hated this man enough to fantasize about his body. Not to think of leaving kiss hickey around his body. But the vivid memory of last night refused to let go.
When Alanis stepped back into the car, after the vomit incident, she had seen him as a sumptuous meal and couldn't resist biting his sweet body. She wanted to eat him whole and ended up leaving a few hickey's on his body.
