Justin's POV:
I had told her I wanted her. Simple, direct. But when she said she needed to think about it... I knew that was her way of trying to keep control. Of course, I wasn't going to pressure her. She had her own demons, and whatever this was between us—whether it was just a fleeting moment or something more—she needed time to process it.
She'd gone into the bathroom, and I had to respect that. It gave me a minute to gather my thoughts, though the truth was, I wasn't sure how to make sense of what had happened. All I knew was that I couldn't seem to shake her from my mind.
I stood up, pulled on my jeans, and moved toward the closet. My mind kept drifting back to her, to the way she looked tangled in my sheets, the way her breath hitched when she said my name. Fuck, I was already thinking about how it would feel when she was back in my arms again.
