Violet
You want to do nothing except sleep in the bed, wrapped in the embrace of the man who just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm.
But that was out of the question.
So I was sneaking out of Elijah’s home as if I were a stripper who was not allowed to make her relationship public with him.
The front yard had seemed huge, but walking through that giant space when my legs were still sore was an exercise in itself.
I hailed a cab, got into it and then found myself sneaking into my pack, and my room without waking anybody up.
All the bliss and calm I had felt earlier was now replaced by annoyance and irritation.
Elijah was probably grinning to himself, drowning in alcohol after smugly proving his point while I was climbing up the walls and jumping in my room through the window.
I fell in
