Chapter 10
It’s midnight. Job left five hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty-two … no, twenty-three seconds ago. No, I’m not counting. What on earth gave you that idea?
I’ve been trying to sleep for the past two hours, but I can’t stop feeling Job’s arms around me. It was pleasure and torture at the same time. My insides had dropped to my feet and my throat had gotten so dry, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to respond to him without sounding like a croaking frog that had smoked Pall Malls for fifty years. When I close my eyes, I can still feel him touching me. The scariest thing about it all was that it felt so incredibly right. How cliché’ is that? I know, believe me, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s exactly how his touch felt to me.
“Ugh.” I groan and kick my blanket a
