“I’ll get us some water.”
It’s amazing how satisfied I feel after my nights with Emma. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before. The revolving door kept spinning and women came—literally—and went. But none of them ever made an impression. Not even while I was inside them.
I stop short when I approach the couch with two glasses of water in hand. Emma is sprawled out across the cushions, fast asleep.
I set the glasses down and watch her for a few moments.
I should wake her.
I will wake her.
But maybe… not right away.
I end up on the loveseat facing her, staring at the way her breasts tremble with every breath she takes. She looks so damn peaceful that even an hour later, I can’t bring myself to wake her. Instead, I carry her tenderly into my room and settle her on one side of t
