Birds flutter outside the window, slowly drawing me from sleep. As awareness sets in, so does the flowery scent of hair in my face. My arm is looped around her waist, keeping her pinned to my side. Her hand, small and delicate, rests across my abs, fingers curled toward my skin, as if keeping a firm hold on me.
I lift a hand and drag my fingers roughly against my scalp, wishing this conflict found its way to settle down. After Adalyn turned me down in the foyer, I thought about how it was for the best. s*x creates emotions, and if I need Adalyn to remain in her blissful, emotionless attachment to me, then we shouldn’t be doing any of it.
My gaze skips down the length of her, stopping on her n*****s.
Or perhaps not much of it anyway.
But then I couldn’t help myself—found myself pacing m
