Chapter Eighteen
CHAD
Victor was insatiable.
We spent the weekend in bed, only getting out of it for infrequent meal breaks. Otherwise, we were naked, sweaty, and unable to take our hands off one another. By Sunday evening, I wondered whether Victor could deliver food on a bike. He was definitely walking funny.
When I woke up on Monday morning, I pulled Victor into my side and kissed the back of his head.
“Why so early?” Victor yawned, glancing at his phone.
“It’s 7 a.m., and I have to get ready for work.” I replied. Friday morning I’d discovered that I was to report for work Monday. The doctor had cleared it, plus they had cleared Shonda and me of any wrongdoing in the shooting.
Victor turned to me, his eyes heavy with sleep, and laid his head on my chest. “I wish you weren’t… goin
