MAYA
I clutched the soft blanket tighter around my shoulders as I slowly walked down the stairs. My legs still felt a little weak, and a light chill lingered in my bones, but I was much better than yesterday. The fever had broken sometime during the night.
What hadn’t broken was the memory of Tristan’s mouth between my legs. The way he’d folded me open, devoured me like a starving man, made me squirt all over his tongue while I screamed “Daddy.”
My cheeks burned crimson just thinking about it. I could still feel the ghost of his tongue, the way his fingers curled inside me, the filthy sounds he made while licking up every drop.
How was I supposed to face him after that?
My heart raced faster with every step. I was nervous, shy, and embarrassingly excited all at once. Would he act co
