Chapter 114 The Night

• Clarisse kept tossing around on the bed, his words ringing in her ears, there was too much to feel, too much to remember, too much to think about. She groaned, trying to catch sleep, when the image of him laughing popped up in her head again; how cute he looked, how his lips felt against her ears, and finally, the words that wouldn't leave her head.
• " Touch yourself".
• She rolled over on her bed panting slightly, after staying motionless for some seconds, her hands began to move around her body, from her neck to her breast, her eyes were closed, remembering what it felt like when he touched her there, trailing the hands to the middle of her legs and touching her laps.