*Seymore’s POV*

My brain had not done Ava justice. Her sensual curves, the freckles that dot her shoulders before stippling down to her breasts, the sweet dampness of her womanhood. As I stand here before her, I feel inadequate. Like a boy who has no clue what to do with his penis.

I wasn’t expecting his, Ava’s brash decision to pull me into the bedroom had caught me by surprise. Now I stand here, trying to burn the image of her supple skin contrasting against ...