The next week was intense, to say the least.

We could both feel it when the majority of the climax’s effect wore off, but the need didn’t disappear completely. Even as I stripped the sheets and blankets of our bed and threw them into the washing machine, my body ached with need, my core throbbing.

“Dammit,” Rocco mumbled, stumbling down the stairs behind me. His lips brushed my collarbone as his body rubbed against mine. We were supposed to go back to school that day—and we’d ...