Wes’ POV

Eva doesn’t drink or do any of typical the party fanfare. So she’s clear-minded enough to drive us back to the dorm without me having a panic attack.

“My body is a temple,” she once told me, sucking me off on a yacht in full view of her father. Well, I was in view, sitting in the captain’s chair. He’d slapped my back and said I was like the son he’d never had. Eva swallowed me whole knowing I’d have to reply, the wet ...