(Mabel’s pov)

His fingers just kept working me, going deeper, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. How the hell did we even get here again? With him, I just…lost it. Every single time. I felt so overwhelmed, my head, light and spinning with how he was touching me. Like my brain was short-circuiting.

"Hmmmm…." Another stupid moan tore out of me. Oh, God, no. All that talk about wanting him to leave, about Luke and lunch? And here I was, practically screaming that I wanted his head ...