Chapter 6
When he stepped out of the bedroom, Spyder knew he was a different man to the one who’d gone in.
Sex didn’t usually change a man, but in this instance, it did.
He felt different. Older. Wiser. Like now he knew he had responsibilities and he was aware he couldn’t shirk them.
That little conversation with a Goddess helped too.
He shuddered at the memory.
Had that actually happened? Really, had it?
He ran a hand through his hair to hide the tremor in his fingers—because he knew it had happened.
He’d had a reprieve. Jessie was his savior.
He waited by the door for her to come out, and when she did, he bent down to kiss her cheek. Her lips were painted a bright candy red. It suited her, but he felt like pouting at the fact he couldn’t kiss her properly.
Maybe she sensed his
