Chapter 5December 23: Angie
I woke slowly, easily, caressed by a breeze from the window we’d left open all night.
Heard the faintest snore from the man sleeping beside me, didn’t turn to look, smiled to myself.
Jesus God he f****d me good.
I would’ve bet on it, after our two morning encounters. He was attentive, gentle, considerate, patient. Maybe I could thank the women he’d been with for that. He was also assertive, firm, oral as all hell, and vocally appreciative of my (apparently) infinite sexiness.
There’s a lot to be said for a guy who makes you feel infinitely sexy. A guy who makes you come three times in one day. Who leaves you in a sodden, mangled, f****d-out sprawl on the bed and comes back with a bottle of wine, a pint of pickled vegetables, and two giant sandwiches from th
