Chapter 80. Curious Betty

Bethany’s POV

Call me a horny bitch, I don’t really care, but I can never seem to think straight whenever I’m in his arms. He has a way of making me go senseless with his kisses, I can never stay mad at him when his lips are working wonders on my body, kissing every inch of my body making me utter some random, meaningless words, with my head thrown back in pleasure as he backs me up against the wall, kissing me senseless. Damn, I miss him. If this is his way of making up to me, if he is trying to apologize for lying to me earlier, then he has to know that I’m all in, Apology accepted.

I mean, who wouldn’t accept this delicious, brain-bursting apology. Damn, he’s so good, so perfect for me. I can’t believe that I am in his arms right now, moaning and grinding my hips against him, seeking more pleasure. Yes, I admit that I was so furious when I discovered that he is hiding something from me, I am still mad at him and I’m still going to find out what he is hiding from me. But righ