Chapter 23
I haven’t woken up in someone else’s bed in a very long time. It must still be dark outside because I can’t see a thing. I feel Leila’s presence beside me. I hear her soft breath. Once my eyes get used to the darkness, I can’t help but run a finger over her upper arm, as though the force field between our bodies is too strong to withstand. I need to touch her.
I also need to end this soon. Or I need to work out some sort of protocol for myself. Draw a line. It can go this far, but absolutely no farther. I need to find the boundary that I can’t possibly let her cross, and then stick to it. I very much wanted to sleep with Leila and she made herself the ideal candidate to be my final bed partner because of how she presented herself to me, as someone who enjoys a loose fling, som
