{Rylee’s P.O.V.}
“Wyatt!” I giggled. After we had s*x for the first time this morning, Wyatt has not kept his hands off of me. We missed breakfast, and I was getting hungry, but a part of me didn’t want Wyatt to stop touching me. Grace and Milan were right; Wyatt took care of me, and made our first time together so magical, that our first time also turned into our second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.
“Why are you pushing me away, dearest?”
“Because, I’m tired, and I’m hungry,”
“I’m hungry too, but I prefer to eat you rather than food right now,” he said and pounced on me.
“Wyatt!” I giggled again as he placed kisses along my chest, neck, jaw, and even my breasts. The bed was a mess, and so was my hair. He kept kissing dow
