I didn’t have the heart to wake Cayden. It was the first time since knowing him that he truly looked at peace.
My sore muscles protested as I scampered around his bedroom, attempting to find my clothes. My underwear sat in a ruined heap on the floor, so with no other choice, I decided to go home and change. I snuck out of his house with every intention of returning after a hot shower and some coffee.
The water feels wonderful against my heightened flesh, sparking memories of what I just did. I suppress a whimper. I don’t know what happens now. Cayden may have told me the truth, but I know there is still so much more to explore.
With that thought in mind, I decide to dry off and wake Cayden with a kiss. I may have loved Snow White, but I don’t need Prince Charming to save me anymore. I s
