Chapter Seventeen
I woke in the morning with John asleep beside me. I’d never seen him this way, perhaps he hadn’t trusted me to before now. I studied his mature features, morning whiskers coming through, his sculpted lips slightly parted with a deep breath escaping. His hair was every which way with previously unseen greys streaking through here and there. All these beautiful men in my life recently certainly aided in awakening my sexuality, but there was something about his maturity, experience, and authority that just made me want him to own me.
I yawned, gasping out in forgotten pain from my mouth, currently the most aching of all my injuries. John opened his eyes, then immediately reached to the table next to him, coming back with two white pills and water. “Take these sedatives.” I
