SCARLETTE
It was toward the end of the week when I started to get irritated because Caelan had never shown any attempt to make a move on the bed like he was sleeping alone. It had been so boring and frustrating to sleep next to him, waiting, only to wake up the next day again with my panties on. Days were like after he'd worked out, he would take a shower, would come out of the shower room with nothing but a towel around his waist, showing me the body that was still wet and fresh. I could lick those tiny drops of water on his skin if he asked me.
We sleep on the same bed, but he never dared touch me aside from soft touches and a good night kiss. I sometimes think of launching an attack on this man if he wouldn't jump on my bones soon.
Was he for real?
He'd said before he wouldn't touc
