He looked down at himself and shook his head with a laugh. “How about we have breakfast first?” he offered, leaning in close, voice low and sinful. “You drained me last night.”
I gasped, hitting him with a pillow. He winked, shameless. “Come on, you dirty girl...go take a shower. Or... do you want me to help you with that?”
I blushed, blushed like I was sixteen again. I kicked the sheets off, trying to hide my burning face, and darted toward the bathroom.
Right before I got there, he smacked my ass. I yelped, laughing, and slammed the door behind me, but I could still hear his rich chuckle through the room. And the whole scene made me feel free. I felt young. And I felt wanted.
When I came out of the bathroom, the morning light was streaming through the windows. I got dressed quickly,
