My hand stilled.
What the f**k was I doing?
She was asleep. Trusting me to take care of her. It didn’t matter what we’d just done. I needed her consent. I needed to get my s**t together.
I sat up. The movement was and the bed dipped beneath me. She stirred but didn't wake. Just turned and curled into the warm spot I'd left behind, her hand reaching out.
My chest caved in.
I stood there at the edge of the bed, c**k still straining against my jeans, watching her hand sweep across the sheets until it found my pillow. She pulled it close. Pressed her face into it.
Mine, a voice whispered. She's mine.
I grabbed my jacket off the chair and walked out of the house as fast as I could. The morning air was welcoming, cold and sharp, just the way I liked it.
My eyes fell on the main house,
