Surprisingly—and proudly enough—Spencer and I manage to go three more rounds before we’re finally exhausted and drained. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny before, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re in the desert for too long, thirsty for some water.
When you find yourself a gallon, it’s hard to let go.
But even though I feel like I won’t be able to move tomorrow–let alone stand and walk, my body and my core too sore from all the exercises we just got–I can’t sleep.
My eyes are wide open as I stare at the wooden ceiling, one of Spencer’s arms under my head and the other wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to his warm chest. I can’t move, but I’m so utterly happy that I’m afraid my heart might burst from my chest at any moment now.
How is it possible for just one per
