Chapter Thirty-Eight
A c**k crows again for the umpteenth time as it heralds the arrival of morning but we have been postponing getting up from Chloé’s bed.
Enzo is the first one to move. He slides out from under Chloé and stands by the edge of the bed, stretching. “All right, little one, it’s time to get a move on.”
“But I don’t think I can even move,” Chloé complains, pulling the discarded sheet over her body. “Can’t I sleep a little longer?”
“I don’t think so. Besides, a little sunshine will do you some good,” Salvatore replies as he goes to the windows to pull the curtains back. “You look too pale.”
The master bedroom is flooded with so much light it hurts my eyes but I don’t care as I get a good look at a thoroughly pleasured Chloé.
Her mouth is still red and swollen from our ki
