"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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I've had this unending smile plastered on my face since what happened last night.
I felt too happy and excited to sleep after we all left the pool party to the point that Zayn was even concerned. We both shared a guest room here in Ophelia's house.
I woke up feeling like I just conquered the world, knowing last night's experience with Freya is something that is gonna live in my head and play over and over again without a care in the world.
The very fresh memories from mere hours ago clouds my head. I'm seeing every detail of Freya like I'm still in that bathroom with her.
I remember the hunger and lust that filled those usual innocent hazel eyes. How her eyes pleaded for me— an action of hers that has completely ruined me and proves to be a massive turn on for me.
My tongue involuntarily run across my lips as I visualize the moment I wish I can travel back to.
Being wrapped around Freya's fingers and giving into everything she desires for me to fulfill.
The way her hair looked disheveled and messy when I ran my fingers through it multiple times, making her look sexier and hotter than normal. How her breathing pace showcased how needy she was for me.
How she shivered and trembled underneath my fingertips anytime I touched her on certain sensitive spots. How her back arched when my fingers moved past her inner thighs.
Her taste and lips still linger on mine, making me wish I was kissing her right now.
"What's got you smiling Cade?" I was snapped out of my daydream at Dylan's voice.
"Should I have a reason to smile?" He takes the chair opposite me around the dining table and grabs a glass of water.
"Whatever dude." He takes a pill I recognize to be ibuprofen I didn't even notice to be with him and chugs down the water.
"Last night had me fucked up." He released a deep breath like he just did something exhausting.
"I think I was the only one who got wasted." He adjust the glasses shielding his eyes.
"Yeah cause you insisted on drinking my Dad's Dalmore 62 even when I repeatedly told you not to." Jacob and Daya approaches us, walking hand in hand.
"You need to stop drinking Dylan. You have zero tolerance for alcohol and you're underaged." Daya points out at him, but he waves her off.
