She doesn’t meet my gaze as she flees into the relative safety of thebathroom. I stay just long enough to see little curls of steam begin to flowbeneath the crack in the door. All I want is to memorize this scent and thisfeeling. The way her handprints are still sizzling on my chest. How limpand sated and perfect I feel, and yet how much more I could still take. Aminute of rest and I’d be ready to dive into her all over again.
That’s why I have to get up.
I dress quickly and leave. I’m walking down the hallway, craving thecomfort and silence of my bed, when I hear a little tut-tut in the direction ofBee’s room.
She’s leaning against the doorframe, her eyes trained on me expectantly. “Iprobably should be mad, but I’m not. You two really n
