Chapter 11
___ Arora's POV ___
It was the start of the weekend, and almost a week had passed since I met Owen. It had been exciting and exhilarating. He had made my body zing, withering, and singing in all different ways.
Last night was no exception. I woke up before him, my body still feeling fragile from the way he worshipped every part of me. I rose to go to the bathroom, blushing as I could feel my slick dripping down my legs as I walked. It's not the first time, but this is the most I have felt.
My steps were slow and careful—my legs still felt slightly like jelly, but not as bad as the other time when he had to carry me. I still can't believe he did that. My mind wandered to a thousand little things, not necessarily focused on one thing specifically. Still naked, from our tangl
