(Scarlett)
I woke up the next day with a smile on my face, then quickly realised where I was. I groan, hiding my face in the covered. I had dreamed about Loki all night, hot steamy sex dreams that left me feeling flustered and horny as hell. What the actual fuck! Loki was something else. I had never felt more sexually frustrated in my whole dam life. He had made me melt without even touching me, his half-naked body so close and yet so far. And that voice... fuck me. I wanted him. Why was the world so crawl?
My thoughts drifted to Asher, and I instantly felt guilty. I was such an arsehole. Within 12 hours, I had kissed not one but two different guys. Asher deserved better. Asher was amazing; he was everything I should want and yet. I didn't. Yes, kissing Asher was nice. It was sweet, loving, gently. But it didn't make me want to rip his clothes off.