Caitlin
“I need a shower,” I declare the minute we’re in the suite. If Paolo’s going to exercise his rights to my body, I need to get clean.
The suite’s gorgeous—rustic in design but with all the amenities, including a gas fireplace, which Paolo promptly fires up.
I head into the bathroom and strip off my clothes.
Paolo’s right behind me. When he climbs into the shower I feel suddenly shy. Exposed. Vulnerable. Like this is the first time we’ve been n***d together instead of the twenty-seventh.
Maybe it’s because so much has changed between us. I’m not looking at Paolo as a play partner or a s*x partner. I’m not viewing this as a sugar daddy situation or something more coercive than that.
We’re talking about love now.
About two people who made a baby together. Who are angling for spe
