Zeldric
I wake up before dawn. It’s the second consecutive night I’ve slept in Jenkins’ bed, and I have to admit I like it. There’s something about the way she breathes, so deep and clean, that brings me peace. I turn to my side and rest my head in the palm of my hand as I silently watch her. She’s lying on her back, her brown hair partially covering her face, and the long shirt she always wears to sleep has ridden up to her waist, revealing black lace panties—the ones I personally chose for her.
I smile and brush a strand away from her forehead. I have to keep her. I don’t know how yet, but I will. I’ve considered breaking my promise to let her go when the three months stated in the agreement are up. I’ve never gone back on my word before, but this time, I’m not sure I’ll be able to kee
