45: Not With The Past

Camilla Feeling restless, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, my bare feet padding softly on the cool tiles. I turned on the shower, letting the water run over my skin, the heat warming me to the core. As I lathered the soap between my hands, I couldn't help but imagine Drake's hands gliding over my body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I moved the soap over my breasts, my nipples hardening at the thought of Drake's mouth on them, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. I could almost hear his voice, low and husky, telling me how beautiful I was and how much he wanted me. Once again, I shook my head, trying to dispel the images that were making my body ache with desire. This was ridiculous. So fucking ridiculous. I needed to get a grip. I finished my shower and turned off the water, wrapping myself in a fluffy bathrobe before making my way back to the bed. As I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening to me. I had never been the type