Chapter Seventy-Two

Reese’s POV

Troy was fast asleep on his side of the bed by the time she finally emerged from the bathroom, hot and bothered. She only had herself to blame for her predicament. She’d told him not to expect sex from her, to get used to his hand. She could kick herself right about now.

She found her saran wrapped sandwich on the kitchen counter and made a face before putting the plate in the fridge. She had no appetite anymore, at least not for food. Her nipples were still hard and brushed against her pajama top uncomfortably.

Trying to sleep didn’t help much, not so close to Troy, who seemed oblivious to her presence. She couldn’t even blame him for being a dick, because she’d been a dick first. She clamped a hand over her mouth as the laughter threatened to burst through. She could do with a dick now.

Her sleep was restless and dreams of a naked Troy haunted her. She woke up with her hand down her pajama bottoms and her own arousal flooding her panties. Troy wasn’t in bed anymore and s